August 23, 2003
Upon this gifted age,
in its darkest hour,
Rains from the sky
a meteoric shower
Of facts, they lie
unquestioned,
uncombined
Wisdom enough
to teach us of our ill
Is daily spun; but
there exists no loom
To weave it into fabric.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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