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Irish Soup
2/27/19
The light shining from your eyes can be blinding.
Art is just a figment of one's imagination. As an artist, I suffer from delusions of adequacy. Art is the way you are meant to be, not the way you're expected to.
Making friends isn't always easy for me. Trust no one. It's worth the effort to find true friends. I often feel alone in my years, very lonely in my 70s. I never had many fulfilling and quality relationships. I can count them on one hand. I can't afford to lose even one. Love you, Mel.
The closer a person is to passing, the more likely he is to dream about loved ones who have passed. I hope not. I dream about mine all the time. Have for years. :)
What's the world for if you can't make it up the way you want it?
"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
They say you shouldn't say anything about the dead unless it's good. Good. He's dead. :)
Shadowy figures, moving objects, strange voices, the guard on the tier, things that go bump in the night: things that scare the hell out of me.
In recognizing the humanity of our fellow being, we pay ourselves the highest tribute.
—Thurgood Marshall
You pulled the blanket off my during the night. I woke up cold before four, so don't complain if my hands and feet are cold against your skin.❤
Hello, my love. Hello. I miss you.
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