Is there such a thing as enduring love–the kind that lasts forever? In a world filled with break-ups and break downs, who can count on real love anymore? Those who know the Lover well.
I’m done. Finished. Last One. That’s what I said the last time. But this time I mean it. Ever uttered those words? If it hadn’t involved our entire neighborhood, I probably wouldn’t have attempted it–again. Digging out, sorting through, putting stuff out, packing it back–or giving it away–the entire scenario of yet another garage sale stirred up dusty arguments that refuse to die.