"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

It’s with rarity that someone stumbles across my blog, let alone lingers long enough to actually read any of my posts. I have nothing else to leave you except this, a side of me that got lost somewhere along the way. A part of me, I thought, would make clear the wherewithal of it. But, as I’ve recently been told, nobody cares let alone understands what the heck you write. Not that you can write anyway. Apparently, this person has no notion of how hurtful words can be.

Well, if anyone who does care, is reading, I’m trying to pass-on bits and pieces of my life that perhaps you didn’t know and will find interesting. It’s about my leaving something tangible behind. A little something of me that, someday, will explain you.

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