Sunday, July 26, 2020

This instant

There isn’t time--so brief is life--
for bickerings, apologies, 
heart-burnings, callings to account. 
There is only time for loving--
and but an instant, so to speak, for that.
                Mark Twain, Letter to Clara Spaulding



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