More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Make your house interior  so  graceful  that  compels  god  to  step  in.

Behind her the sun was still shining, so that every grove and every single tree between her and the storm blazed ardent and vivid, little frail things defying the dark with leaf and twig and fruit and flower.

So it&#39;s really nice after about a year and a half to get back on stage and flex those old muscles.

Written By Michael C. Hall

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