“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
This isn’t an original thought. And I hope it’s a long way off.
But at the end of everything, I would be satisfied if it could be carved into my tombstone that “He wrote one or two good sentences.”
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Born in Crabtown, Moved to Beantown
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
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“Between us and heaven or hell is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.”.
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I am shooting for a good paragraph or two. Aim for the moon, I say.
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