Monday, January 31, 2011

Morbid thoughts this evening and thoughts of the end. My parents are both gone and I have only my students to live for. So, if I leave them, will there be anything left? Will I have anything to keep me here? For more than thirty years they have been my life and I have little else. But I need to go. I have already become a dinosaur and need to clear the way.

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