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There are days when you capture a singular, triumphant photograph. And then there are days when you idly shoot the landscaping in front of your hotel on the way out and then it promptly starts raining, lightly at first, then torrentially, and the torrent continues all day while you're racing down the hated interstate highway because you're ridiculously late to arrive at your friend's house in Largo, Florida.

There's always tomorrow.

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Corporate Horticulture
March 2005