I see from my "This Day in History" widget in 1845 Edgar Allan Poe published "The Raven." I've only read a little of his work, which I find intriguing and a bit of a pandora's box. Incidentally, the home I lived in from ages two through seven outside of Richmond had bricks that were salvaged from the studio next to Poe's.
One of my very favorite of his quotes is: "The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and the other begins."
Life is delicate, fleeting and entirely fragile. Therein one finds the beauty and meaning in it. I'm having challenge making sense of things right now. I think it's bedtime. Tomorrow is a new day full of amazing possibilities.
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