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I Am Realizing Once And For All The Difference As Far As I Am Concerned Of Women And Men And The Necessity For Both. With A Man, However Tender He Is, One Is Feeding Him - One Is Always And Eternally Understanding, Mothering, Supplying Him With Faith In Himself (not In You).

I Think That Passion If Really Intense Is Always Destructive If Not To The Two Involved, Always To Other People.

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.

Gardening Is A Madness, A Folly That Does Not Go Away With Age. Quite The Contrary.

Absence Becomes The Greatest Presence.