After a period of turmoil, the last few years of my life have remarkably angst-free. I do believe that I may have found happiness. It only took five-and-a-half-decades.
There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
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Merry Christmas to my favorite on-line Irishman!!
Merry Christams, Paul! (Is that really how it looks there today?)
MERRY CHRISTMAS, PAUL. HOPE ALL IS WELL ON THE SOUTH SHORE
Happy tidings
From me to thee
Celebrating
With a cuppa tea
I'm in a quaint-as-shit place where there are people with hyphenated last names and first names like TICKY.
From across the pond,
Mrs. L
Mrs. L. is across the pond? Merry Christmas, sweet CB.
Looks beautiful. I'd rather be there than here. Merry Christmas to you, too, Paul.
Merry Christmas!
Now that is a post from a single guy. ~Mary
Palm trees sway
Green as clover
This note is late
'cause I'm hungover.
Merry, merry Christmas, Paul! You'll always be my favorite Irish cowboy...xxoo
The picture reminds me of South Harbor, NC.
Chris
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What an absolutely serene filled photo.
Happy Holidays!
Jodi
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