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November 25, 2006






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Wow. (o)

Wow. That's beautiful, Beth. What an astonishing and lovely thing.

I felt the influence of this post today as I went hiking in northern PA, looking for things that seemed to be animated by the light of the miraculous. A lone white birch on a mountainside, in particular, reminded me of your story. http://www.flickr.com/photos/89056025@N00/307125568/

Woo, Beth. It's lovely and powerful. Brings tears to the eyes, the good tears.... Thanks for it.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.