A couple of glasses of wine, and I am taken back to the loss of so many whom I loved. It's a beautiful summer evening outside, and that somehow makes it worse. My mother, my friend Henrik, my friend Anneliese, the little dog I loved so much. Grief is part of life, no? The price you pay for loving, for being happy. To be happy is not enough. The Gods must make you pay. So They send grief and regret, sorrow and loss, pain and suffering. We are but playthings in some vast game, threads in the Tapestry of Life, and happiness is a chimera
Sois sage, ô ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille.
Tu réclamais le Soir: il descend, le voici:
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