As today, my time for writing is brief, may I suggest that you do as I did for this reason:
While rereading yesterday's story (post 966) about Grandpa Yacob's need to slip out of Grandma Bailey's embrace in the dark of one desperately distressing night, where he disappeared into the great unknown for a time, which seemed endless to this pair of young lovers, I added several details, which emerged, this morning, a bit tardily from my memory, and as these details, concerning Polish life, may prove to heighten your interest, I hope to tempt you to review yesterday's post before Aunt Risa's very different version of her parents' lengthy separation appears on your screen, tomorrow—as for right now, common sense suggests my giving voice to one insight that won't sit quietly inside my mind …
The human heart's ability to love proves so profoundly expansive that unlike my father's fatherland, your heart and mine have no boundaries, other than those, which are self imposed, and if a life well lived is to be lived to the fullest then perhaps you can see why I cannot deny my heart the eye sparkling pleasure of communing with a loved one in a safe haven of our own making ... one-on-one ...
While rereading yesterday's story (post 966) about Grandpa Yacob's need to slip out of Grandma Bailey's embrace in the dark of one desperately distressing night, where he disappeared into the great unknown for a time, which seemed endless to this pair of young lovers, I added several details, which emerged, this morning, a bit tardily from my memory, and as these details, concerning Polish life, may prove to heighten your interest, I hope to tempt you to review yesterday's post before Aunt Risa's very different version of her parents' lengthy separation appears on your screen, tomorrow—as for right now, common sense suggests my giving voice to one insight that won't sit quietly inside my mind …
The human heart's ability to love proves so profoundly expansive that unlike my father's fatherland, your heart and mine have no boundaries, other than those, which are self imposed, and if a life well lived is to be lived to the fullest then perhaps you can see why I cannot deny my heart the eye sparkling pleasure of communing with a loved one in a safe haven of our own making ... one-on-one ...
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