"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..."
-----Shakespeare, The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)
Thank God, I Glory in Thy Love!
4 hours ago
Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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