Three weeks before Christmas, I met my new boyfriend’s family in Sonoma. At the time, I was 61 and he was 66 years old.
As we approached the caf, I saw his sister. She sat rigid …
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Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is. – Oscar Wilde
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