Antique Underwood Typewriter at The Bunny Bungalow.
Last weekend our neighbors at The Bunny Bungalow went missing. Oh, it's nothing we can report to authorities but it seemed unexpected. They were leasing the enchanted bungalow next door, so we knew they would move on. He was a young lawyer who had passed his bar exams last year and she worked for a non-profit organization. They both were bright, beautiful, sweet, witty and so involved in life. Tall Husband and I shall miss them and our chats across the fence.
Their absence and my referring to them in the past tense reminds me of Frenchman Edmond Haraucourt's poem, Rondel de l'Adieu:
To leave is to die a little;
To die to what we love.
We leave behind a bit of ourselves
Wherever we have been.
Their absence and my referring to them in the past tense reminds me of Frenchman Edmond Haraucourt's poem, Rondel de l'Adieu:
To leave is to die a little;
To die to what we love.
We leave behind a bit of ourselves
Wherever we have been.
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