Goodbye, roses. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, ...
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I immersed myself in food all weekend. Is this what they call eating your feelings? Friday: The Bay Watch Cafe, Burlingame Saturday: The Crepe House, Hayes Valley, SF Sunday: Copenhagen Cafe, Burlingame When I finally came up for air, I found this, from Adeline, with one of my favorite quotes posted on her Talking Tree: Then, for the ...


