A tragic day for a dear family friend. A reminder to love fiercely and tenderly, as each day is an unpromised gift.
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam |
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by Ernest Dowson | ||
The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of
enduring long. – Horace 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, then closes
Within a dream.
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