Friday, August 31, 2018

Not Enough Monkey Business

We're all dying to tell everybody who we are. Don't ever apologize for loving somebody. I saw that on Twitter earlier today. Now they tell me.

Maybe peace of mind is the ultimate prize. There are days when I think I'm almost there. Then a sweet memory will waft through the ether and a grand sense of loss ends the illusion.

The love? Well, pal, there's plenty in the old snapshots.

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