tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51975851889075635522011-04-21T16:19:40.245-07:00"And through the flowing shade and ebbing light, a man, unheedful of the butterfly--some neighbor's gardener, I guess--goes by, trundling an empty barrow up the lane."Schuyler Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594660579628026895noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5197585188907563552.post-12538790301762305562008-05-29T08:58:00.000-07:002008-05-29T09:00:15.782-07:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ov7BGd8FlY&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ov7BGd8FlY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5197585188907563552-1253879030176230556?l=drcharleskinbote.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Schuyler Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12594660579628026895noreply@blogger.com1