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Saturday, November 17, 2007

When I consider the heavens

Looking to the stars it a habit that we all should practice. As Nathaniel Bowditch's mother once told him (or so the story goes roughtly remembered) 'looking up at the stars shrinks our own troubles down to size'
Posted by Grant at 6:37 PM

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