the rush and press of kind strangers fill the hours with questions, and practiced replies. getting to know the world in which you live and all its inhabitants is a pleasure i would not let pass me by — 4/4/10 – 135
She is a song.not the weaker,but more fragile,softer, sweetercounterpoint:to my melody
Fireflies and whippoorwills On summer nights of yesteryear Bring to mind the thoughts so dear Stored away in precious nooks And kept in secret far from sight Till in the evening late at night With giggles and smiles and furtive looks You share with those who mean the most And…