"Out of your treasury, dear year, You squander your last blue and gold. Your summer held no days more clear, Although they had no tang of cold. Sweet is the air with which you've swept, The withered leaf along the road..." E. Farjeon Time sweeps me forward without question or delay... And golden… Continue reading Swept
"Great deeds cannot die; they with the sun and moon renew their light forever, blessing those that look on them." Tennyson I have a pile of old things, silent witnesses to old, good deeds. Old trunks, old letters, crumbling photos, keys and clocks...Here I am. About to turn back time and live out a small part… Continue reading The Inheritance
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