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People Say They 'find' Love, As If It Were An Object Hidden By A Rock. But Love Takes Many Forms, And It Is Never The Same For Any Man And Woman. What People Find Then Is A Certain Love. And [he] Found A Certain Love With [her], A Grateful Love, A Deep But Quiet Love, One That He Knew, Above All Else, Was Irreplaceable.

In Heaven, There Is No Judgment, But Rather An Opportunity To Examine Our Lives-who We Touched, The Choices We Made, And The Consequences Of Those Choices.

You Can Find Something Truly Important In An Ordinary Minute.

We All Have Same Beginning (birth), And We Will Have Same Ending (death). So How Different Can We Be?

For Years I Wrote In My Basement. More Recently I Graduated To One Floor Above, An Office With All My Books And Music And - Ta Da! - A Window.