Thursday, January 28, 2016


I wonder the point of life when love is the most important thing and it is so very hard to keep.  I wonder when I get older if I will say, I have solitude, but without love it is loneliness.  I love my wife, I love my son, but the hold upon life and love is so tenuous, so fragile, it could be lost in a second.

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