I can't get enough of this summer sun. If I could, I would live every day, all day, beneath a perfect summer sky. For now, I must be content with Friday afternoon bike rides.
"Every man's memory is his private literature."
~ Aldous Huxley
I love this little quote, because from the memories I am creating out of the life I lead, I hope to be creating a beautiful private cannon of literature.
(And, dear readers, thank you for your kind comments on this little blog. I am a novice to this world of blogging and do not know if I am to comment in response to your comments or merely press on. So I just go on. Know that you, dear reader, are loved.)
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