Fort Know, how I remember it well. A place of peace and tranquility, where
even the dogs knew the streets and gave directions. If you yapped them up,
they'd even give you a pointer or two.
The human populace spent many an hour in quiet bar booths intently discussing
high minded topics of the day over warm beer and ale. Nary a harsh word was
spoken, even in jest. The lesser minds were propped up, the higher were
humble.
The libraries were constantly full, and reading lists voluminous. Deep
thought prevaded the streets and homes of that place, where knowledge was
guarded and valued.
High on a hill, sat the town, with spectacular views all around. The air
snapped crisply and sharp, the better to think and wonder. Perches there were
many, at special places scattered about, lest someone needed to ponder.
--
Be Seeing You.
Dirk Wright
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite
you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
-- Mark Twain
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