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February 29, 2008 - Threshold
...she walked in through the out door.
dalaruan
dalaruan
February 29, 2008
This is the day that doesn't exist. It hangs around between time, like Dylan Thomas' long-legged bait between the elements. 

Land, land, land, nothing remains
Of the pacing, famous sea but its speech,
And into its talkative seven tombs
The anchor dives through the floors of a church.


This day rises like a phoenix from the ashes of minutes and seconds it gathered in the last 1460 days. A silent, patient gatherer of daydreams, which blossom out every leap year.


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anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: March 10th, 2008 08:27 am (UTC) (Link)
There is a character in a Graham Greene novel, I don't remember which, a policeman I seem to remember, who always eats continental breakfasts. Not, Greene tells us, because he cannot afford full English but because with the bits of money he saves thus he can afford to travel abroad in his vacations. Aren't leap days just the same? Special days saved from the quotidian bits? They should be ours to spend at our leisure.
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