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by DMG » Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:13 pm
That's the one! I was recapturing lost time in a Proustian sense by using the old term, since I only discovered this crazy pastime called kayaking a year ago. I like to reminisce about events I had no knowledge of at the time. But yeah, that's what I meant!
~Dave
"...a light falling sound, as of grains of sand being sprinkled from a window overhead, gradually spreading, intensifying, acquiring a regular rhythm, becoming fluid, sonorous, musical, immeasurable, universal: it was the rain." --Marcel Proust