It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper, so cry away -- Charles Dickens.
I wouldn't need that advice, as I have always followed it rather well. I do not know what it is that connects the heart with the eyes, but something must, or they wouldn't act in such unison.
I like to think that I'm grown now, except that I seem not to have lost a certain trait from my baby days. I can never restrain my tears. Flow they will and I can't make them respectable.
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 5:16 pm
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