"What's not to love? For love's a many-splintered thing" by Mark Bromberg What's not to love? For love's a many-splintered thing, a multi-tasking chore. Who has the time or energy to make the single-minded climb to heights of ecstasy anymore? Better to cling to thoughts of shared accounts and benefit packages, length of commutes and 401(k) amounts. Easier, much, to consider these than the strain of love's ravages that lead exhausted to romantic swoons and such. Still, when all is said and done, true love persists: we all fall in or out of love as often as we can. It makes no difference the difficulties or the risks, the dizziness of thought, or the lack of any plan. Love keeps its own counsel, impediments and all: My e-mail is down. Give my cell a call. About the Author I have lived in Atlanta for thirty years, which is almost long enough to be considered a native. My sister in Minnesota thinks it's "fun" to invite me to her home for Christmas once every few years so I can see "real snow" (see photo). I am retired from a career in broadcast television and still don't have any cable service.
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I have lived in Atlanta for thirty years, which is almost long enough to be considered a native. My sister in Minnesota thinks it's "fun" to invite me to her home for Christmas once every few years so I can see "real snow" (see photo). I am retired from a career in broadcast television and still don't have any cable service.
