If I have any wish or dream at all,
it is to know at death what I knew when I was born;
the quest is love; the rest is now.

December 2, 2019

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• Canvas 620 — Reality

Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces

Tags: Aging, Birth, Death, Diaries, Don Quixote, Journals, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tilting at Windmills