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August 13, 2012


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If you wish in the world to advance,
Your merits you're bound to enhance,
You must stir it and stump it,
And blow your own trumpet,
Or, trust me, you haven't a chance!

(Even W.S. Gilbert might have shied at "tuba," let alone "flugelhorn.")

Oh, and nice work on that photo. You could make it your sigil: a clarion for sand.

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