What is life but a long string of melancholy pearls upon which we paint our purposes and interpretations that like the minds that carry them are all just so many dusty Autumnal leaves in time, shackled to an emptiness and eternity that is unknowing and blind, disregarding of our hopes and aspirations, our dreams.
We only ever really find meaning in each other.
Daedelus Kite 
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Hello…over there! We are all together, even if we are not. Still, together.
I like this one, but letting you know here as Word press wants me to join up.
Hope all is well with you guys. We are fine. Busy with the shop and exercise.
Don’t be too melancholy – love xxx
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