On Tue, 30 Aug 2005 03:06:26 GMT, wrote:


I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from
a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.


And how is it that you know exactly what a dead bird felt before it
died? Or how any wild thing is feeling about itself?

Cyli
r.bc: vixen. Minnow goddess. Speaker to squirrels.
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless.

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