Images Of Life!

As long as I can pull off making hay without the sunshine, I will continue to post here, despite the hesitation to post anything substantial. So, continuing where I left in the last post, about counting life and its little pleasures, here I go:

Holding a nine year old anthology in your hands, reading Masefield,Tagore, Milton and Eliot, recalling the origin of each and every stain on the now yellowish pages and recognizing, despite change, your handwriting that was; what else can be more fulfilling!

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