Wednesday, July the 28th, 2004
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“I notice little worms carrying tufts and feathers; I make out some with flabby fins constantly flapping on their backs. What are they all doing there? What are their names? I do not know. And I stare at them for ever so long, held by the incomprehensible mystery of the waters.” — J Henri Fabre, The Life Of The Fly