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In a moment... (2006-09-29 - 4:47 p.m.)

Well I found my next read. "The Snow Garden" by Christopher Rice. If his name sounds it is, his mom is Anne Rice. So anyway, at the beginning of his story is this poem:
Not slowly wrought, nor treasured for their form
In heaven, but by the blind self of the storm
Spun off, each driven individual
Perfected in the moment of its fall.
-Howard Nemerov, "Snowflakes"
I remember reading his poetry in an english class in college. This poet's work is so visual. Though reading it you wouldn't have known he was writing at first about snowflakes. Alot of things aren't treasured for their form, yet are so individual. Perfected in the moment is such a lovely phrase.
Other than that, not much else.

GO - SWIMMING

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