twenty-eight years and a million words
I was part of a $500,000 fund-raising 5km run today. Well, I walked. But I had company in the form of one of my colleagues. She's a sharp cookie, and the weather was perfect. Here's a pic of four of our five-person team.
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.
—T.S. Eliot