I am in love. My heart is melting like strawberry sorbet in the Everglades. Finally I have realized who I want to marry.
Too bad he is dead.
(On a more serious note it also made me realize how much I miss playing the piano. The meditative rhythm in the fingers pounding the keys and the sway of the music, like seaweed in the tide... With a piano here my mind would have been considerably more at peace.)
Too bad he is dead.
(On a more serious note it also made me realize how much I miss playing the piano. The meditative rhythm in the fingers pounding the keys and the sway of the music, like seaweed in the tide... With a piano here my mind would have been considerably more at peace.)
accuser:
On the bright side, you can say you're a widow.
accuser:
If the Mormons can convert people postmortem, certainly you can marry someone.