Seventy-Four

Everything is important to somebody. Once that realization sinks it, it’s hard to seriously consider anything trivial. But, still, we do it.  I got word from a friend yesterday that her uncle died, a hard blow, especially for her father.  There’s nothing trivial about events that irretrievably alter the world you know.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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