The loss of something which can never return. "Those happy highways where I went, and cannot come again".
posted by Weasel @ 11:47 PM
Friday, May 15, 2009
The tragedy of those who gave up something at which they excelled and which they are now unable to do because they are too old.
The loss of something which can never return. "Those happy highways where I went, and cannot come again".
The loss of something which can never return. "Those happy highways where I went, and cannot come again".
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