"...it is time/ then, to groan with the whole ax" --Eshleman & Rubia Barcia's Vallejo
"Full Moon (Santa Barbara)
I listened, there was not a sound to hear
In the great rain of moonlight pouring down,
The eucalyptus trees were carved in silver,
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing
A broad white disk of flame,
And on the garden-walk a snail beside me
Tracing in crystal the slow way he came.“
–Sara Teasdale
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