When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it. — Mark Twain
“So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.” – Shel Silverstein ~ A Light in the Attic
At this point I am about to leave work early, the weather is supposed to take a chill and get stormy which is no fun for the weekend of a Florida girl. But out I go, polish and rags in hand, out I go.
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