In cleaning out the family room recently, I came across a dusty envelope bulging with clippings from newspapers and magazines I have accumulated over the years. I sat for a while rereading them, and then thought that perhaps others might enjoy them as well. This blog is a compendium of the writings of others.
Saturday, May 12, 2018
It is nothing
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
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