<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><a href="https://ncats.nih.gov/n3c" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">https://ncats.nih.gov/n3c</a><br><br><div dir="ltr">Typed with two thumbs on my iPhone. (757) 318-0671<div><br></div><div><div>“Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,</div><div>Rains from the sky a meteoric shower</div><div>Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.</div><div>Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill</div><div>Is daily spun; but there exists no loom</div><div>To weave it into fabric.”</div><div><br></div><div>–Edna St. Vincent Millay,</div><div><br></div><div> </div></div></div></body></html>