This is hard road and the journey may not be pleasant. When faced with one's mortality what's to be done? There's no place to hide and no place to run to. How to come to terms with it is my present task.
We shall see how the days go by. Autumn is here, like it or not. Where I live is so pleasant that dark wintry nights are nothing to fear. The sea is usually bright. But this morning a solid fog had rolled in and the fog horns were blowing. Then suddenly the fog lifted and the sun came out bringing a perfectly beautiful day.
Anita Birt
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