But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
raindrops the size of silver dollars soon became hail.
(hail, not small, lasted half hour. simple. magic on a
summer day in zurich. just snow like. then sun.)
early bird gets the worm
Well, while I'd like to explain why a three-day trip to Virginia turned into a weekandahalf, it's something for later. Maybe. In the meantime, being up at this Virginia hour (safely back and cozy in California), I'll just post a few snaps from the Zurich airport. It was quite satisfying; a good place to spend a few extra minutes.
all photos: victoria thorne
the week that was
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