I write today in grief.
One whom I loved dearly died yesterday. Of which I shall not say more, for instructions were left specifying no service, no funeral, no public acknowledgment of any sort, just a final departure and no footprints.
I shall respect that individual's wish and say no more of them here....
...but this.
"Time it was and what a time it was, it was...
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago, it must be--
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories.
They're all that's left you."
- Paul Simon, 1968
Friday, April 8, 2011
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Keep it clean for gene.