Timeless

Recently, I've spoken with a quite a few people about friendship, loneliness, heartache, and 'how to deal.' While reading through a biography of James Whitcomb Riley, the Hoosier Poet from the 1890s, I came across this letter. He addresses each of those issues from over 130 years ago. Isn't it funny how some things never change? I know people use that phrase a lot, but here we have hard evidence of its truth.
Also, the beauty of the language Mr. Riley uses to address his friend is stunning. I particularly like

 When I tell my friend I love him, I love him. There is no play in the grooves of my affection. And when a friend slides in my heart he fits there and the bony hand of Death can not jostle him.

Hint: If you click on the letter, it should zoom in for you so you can actually read it. :)


Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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