I Never Guess. It Is

I Trust That Age Doth Not Wither Nor Custom Stale My Infinite Variety.

…but It Is Better To Learn Wisdom Late Than Never To Learn It At All.

So Tomorrow We Disappear Into The Unknown. This Account I Am Transmitting Down The River By Canoe, And It May Be Our Last Word To Those Who Are Interested In Our Fate.

The Soul Is Swayed By The Waters.

Clouds Of Insects Danced And Buzzed In The Golden Autumn Light, And The Air Was Full Of The Piping Of The Song-birds. Long, Glinting Dragonflies Shot Across The Path, Or Hung Tremulous With Gauzy Wings And Gleaming Bodies.