As I walked my dog earlier for some reason those beautiful and sad lines of Douson came into my head
“They are not long the weeping and the laughter, love and desire and hate. I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate. They are not long the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while and then closes within a dream”.
Those words never fail to move me.
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