stovall 0 Posted March 27, 2009 "...why should I wait ten years yet, having lived sixty-seven, ten years more or less, Before I crawl out on a ledge of rock and die snapping, like a wolf Who has lost its mate?—I am bound by my own thirty-year-old decision: who drinks the wine Should take the dregs; even in the bitter lees and sediment New discovery may lie. The deer in that beautiful place lay down their bones: I must wear mine." Robinson Jeffers - The Deer Lay Down Their Bones Link to comment
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