2005-08-31 - 6:28 p.m.
Well, I guess this is it. I've had a hard time trying to tell exactly how I feel about leaving nyc. In the end, I think that Yeats said it best:
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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I don't think I'll be back, at least not here on dland. If you know me, you'll know where to find me, and I hope you do. I'll miss a lot of you.
