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I Suppose The Best Kind Of Spring Morning Is The Best Weather God Has To Offer.

Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To Do A Series: Lives Of The Great Musicians, Reading Time 2 Minutes.

Still, Looking Through The Old Volumes Was Soothing, Because Thinking Of The Past Made The Present Seem A Little Less Real.

Just To Be In Love Seemed The Most Blissful Luxury I Had Ever Known. The Thought Came To Me That Perhaps It Is The Loving That Counts, Not The Being Loved In Return -- That Perhaps True Loving Can Never Know Anything But Happiness. For A Moment I Felt That I Had Discovered A Great Truth.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.