Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
R.I.P
It was not to be. Thank you for everything my proud soldier.
So much sorrow but even more gratitude.
Quoting part of my very favorite poem by W.H Auden
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
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