Somehow, from this Gilbert concluded that the Moon’s craters were indeed formed by impacts—in itself quite a radical notion for the time—but

Happiness is in letting things go, as you grow
Ignoring the imperfections as they flow

Seattle, the mild green queen: wet and willing, cedar-scented, and crowned with slough grass, her toadstool scepter tilted toward Asia, her face turned ever upward in the rain; the sovereign who washes her hands more persistently than the most fastidious proctologist.

I don't want people who want to dance, I want people who have to dance.

Written By George Balanchine

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