As virtuous men float mildly away
so do our minutes hasten toward the rain,
some speckled, some merely numinous,
and so it goes. The Traveler and his Shadow
find much to concur on. The wreckage of the sky
serves to confirm us in delicious error.
Congratulations on your life
anyway.
John Ashbery
Hurting (with update)
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Injuries are part of sports, they always say. But do injuries have to be
such a large part?
In professional basketball, for instance. In the past seas...
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