Saturday, July 18, 2009
"Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return -- more every thing presses on -- and every time I bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make."koped from somewhere
haha random picture, gotsh moar but lazy upload... :/
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