Right now, as I type this, it’s quite late ’round my neck of the woods, like after two in the morning. I’m leaving this comment on your rather thoughtful and intimate artwork, Caroline, not simply because I merely relate to your conveyed sense of loneliness, but because I want you, as the occasion calls, to recollect those truly immortal words from John Steinbeck: “All great and precious things are lonely.” Caroline, you are great, and you are precious.
Right now, as I type this, it’s quite late ’round my neck of the woods, like after two in the morning. I’m leaving this comment on your rather thoughtful and intimate artwork, Caroline, not simply because I merely relate to your conveyed sense of loneliness, but because I want you, as the occasion calls, to recollect those truly immortal words from John Steinbeck: “All great and precious things are lonely.” Caroline, you are great, and you are precious.
Hey, and if you’re not lonely, you’re still great/precious.