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Life Is Accepting What Is And Working From That.

Home. It's Being New And Old All Rolled Into One. Measuring Your New Against Old Friends, Old Ways, Old Places, Knowing That As Long As The Old Survives, You Can Keep Changing As Much As You Want Without The Nightmare Of Waking Up To A Total Stranger.

We Get So Caught Up In What A Man Isn't. It's What He Is That Counts.

The Music In His Laughter Had A Way Of Rounding Off The Missing Notes In Her Soul.

Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. There Is A Time For Silence. A Time To Let Go... And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It's All Over.