Every "hello" inevitably gives rise to "goodbye." There are very few things more obvious in this life. Yet it seems a general rule that those happy memories of each hello that embrace one in quiet moments more than counterbalance the sorrow of all the goodbyes. And that's the way of this world.
Monday, August 1, 2022
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Victoria the Victorian
I confess this may not be much, but Kathy ambled by when I was drawing it and said she liked the eyes. Since the eyes had Kathy's ...
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Sighing a contented sigh, he held her hand in his and, gazing lovingly into her eyes, whispered, "I have sailed through the silent seas...
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They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...
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Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ...
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