From 'Cape Hatteras'By Hart CraneBreathe deep, mine eyes, the frosty saga of eternal suns
From unseen depths and dreams undreamt,
I sing the gleaming cantos of unvanquished space
By thought I embrace the universal
With wings of mind I sail the infinitude
Glory! 'tis the stars which beckon man's spirit and set our souls adrift!
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Though it was quite hot on Saturday, so we were late getting started and did a bunch of morning chores, Annmarie came over for eggwiches by
, then the three of us went to Claude Moore Colonial Farm for the summer colonial fair. We didn't do much shopping -- we smelled all the soaps and looked at the costumes, but only bought fans and small jewelry -- but we had bread, cheese, and ginger beer, and we got to see piglets, chickens, turkeys, geese, and a cow hiding in the woods.
On the way home, we stopped for ice cream at Baskin Robbins since we were warm and sticky. After Annmarie went home, and I went out to get kitty litter and ended up having dinner nearby at Lebanese Taverna (I had collected enough stamps for a free platter). We walked around a bit before coming home and watching Orphan Black and Breaking Through the Clouds, a documentary about the first Women's National Air Derby that is so much better than the History Channel's Amelia Earhart crack!
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