Young boys working on the night shift at the glass factory. Alexandria, VA, June 1911
As failures go, attempting to recall the past is like trying to grasp the meaning of existence. Both make one feel like a baby clutching at a basketball: one’s palms keep sliding off. – Joseph Brodsky
The Scent of Decaying Fish and Playing King Henry VIII – Jude Law Anecdote
Simple and Basic Honey Whole Wheat Bread
Let Forever Be – Chemical Brothers

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