My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica.…
The game of science is, in principle, without end. He who decides one day that scientific statements do not call…
I Worry I worry about you - So long since we spoke. Love, are you downhearted, Dispirited, broke? I worry…
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