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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=25% BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="11" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="11">   <A HREF="id305.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Title 305"><IMG SRC="0020b0b0.png" border=0 width="11" height="11" ALT="next" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></A>     <A HREF="scraps.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="scraps"><IMG SRC="0040b0b0.png" border=0 width="11" height="11" ALT="up" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </A> </div> <bR> <div> 1 May 2006</div> <div> goose eggs</div> </td> <td valign="top" width="100%" BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <bR> <div>  </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <IMG SRC="6e571ec0.jpg" border=0 width="625" height="492" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div>  </div> <bR> <div> These are from May 2005. Sometimes it seems appropriate to look back, see where we've come from, consider the progress. And then I suppose we have to acknowledge the fact that we do not know, cannot judge, and must be content with a question which will never be answered. <I>Walpurgis  </I>last night. We burned candles outside all night. Three of them. I passed them late late, coming in from the darkroom -- a welcome sight in the dark night, and winter finally gone.</div> <div>   </div> <bR> <div>   <script defer src="http://server1.opentracker.net/?site=www.jeannewells.com"></script><noscript><a href="http://www.opentracker.net" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.opentracker.net/?cmd=nojs&site=www.jeannewells.com" alt="site counter" border="0"></a> </noscript>   </div> </td> </tr></table></body>