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The last words of the dying, or the first of the dead. Thought for the day: "The snow has gone from Chung-nan; spring is almost come. Lovely in the distance its blue colors, against the brown of the streets. A thousand coaches, ten thousand horsemen pass down the Nine Roads; Turns his head and looks at the mountains,--not one man!" - Po Chü-i (772-846) That poem stirs something deeply within me. One must open one's eyes before the dawning can begin. For the first time in years, I am taking to the road alone, to lie at the edge of a swamp, amidst alligators . My thoughts will slow to the rhythm of rain in Florida. Herbie is a new dad. Congratulations! Have an expansive twilight!