Sunday, September 02, 2007
Twins: my mother and her father...
During the last great war, in 1944, these two found themselves in Florida - he was a pilot and she was his new baby. Last February they returned to the beach there and enjoyed this nap.
"Even if the wounds of this shattered world enmesh you, and the sea in turmoil bears you along in but one surviving ship, it would still befit you to maintain your enthusiasm for studies unimpaired. Why should lasting values tremble if transient things fall?"
-Prosper of Aquitaine