The happy ending of every story is always mesmerizing...

hablar con ella era como hurgarse en una costra: sabías casi seguro lo que habría bajo el cascarón, pero hurgabas de todos modos.

It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.

You don&#39;t run for public office unless you have a specific vision. You are driven by ideas and a vision.

Written By Julie Nixon Eisenhower

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