
Beautiful.
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
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Yes, she is isn't she.
Btw given the new moon and the eclipse allow me a little poetic license with my word verification while I go howel (giggle) at the moon.
Good luck tonight ;)
The moon was having quite an effect on you it appears?
:p
peace ;-)
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