A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.
—George Santayana
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.
- Dave
- El Paso, Texas, United States
- Native Texan · Navy Veteran · Various Scars and Tattoos · Never Schooled Yet Learned