"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts..."
-- William Shakespeare, "As You Like It," Act II, Scene VII
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Crossroads
The sunrise was now far behind him. His journey was drawing to its end. The sunset in front of him filled the sky. The memories of things be...
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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... -
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... -
The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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