Sunday, January 12, 2020

I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun; as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.

Eleanor Roosevelt.





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