Saturday, September 17, 2016

(VII) Life is


Between first glimpse and the last meeting 
is Life...

2 comments:

  1. ……..I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
    life to the lees…..
    ……..As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life ……
    Were all too little, and of one to me…….

    ~Tennyson

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  2. It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards..

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