as i look back...over my life...i am struck by post cards...ruined snapshots...faded posters...of a time..i can't recall
as i look back...over my life...i am struck by post cards...ruined snapshots...faded posters...of a time..i can't recall
That set the pace for the match. He should have broken me, but I came back every time.I think that took away his confidence.From then on, I never really looked back. In the second set, I played great. It was good fun.
after being married to Bill for more than 50 years, I don't really know where to start. I miss him all the time...I was not with him that night, because I felt like I was coming down with the flu.
I had totally anticipated being ready to play last January because my doctor had said three months, blah-blah-blah. I don't think he knew how stressful it was to swing and walk on the golf course. My foot never healed. Every timeI tried to practice and ge
I enjoyed playing here.It was a good atmosphere. I am playing in India for the first time.I was focussed. Point by point, I wanted to come back.
I think they (the designers) met our plan, our thought. Very relaxed and still can enjoy, time after time...I wanted it to extend joy.
Haven't laughed this hard in a long time,I better stop now before I start crying.Go off to sleep in the sunshine,I don't want to see the day when it's dying.
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