A WORK IN PROGRESS

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations,and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Little by little, one travels far.

Nearly all marriages,even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world,or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to.




You can't have everything.
Where would you put it?

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