In the summer of 1991, I wrote in my 44th Journal:
" The emotions, the feelings coursing in my blood, in Darryl's blood, are so powerful, so intense, that I wonder when we are together that the world doesn't shatter and hurl all there is into oblivion."
In 1992, as we were both embarking on new jobs, Darryl as a medical editor for Emory Medicine, and I at the Ben Franklin Academy as philosophy teacher and Library Director, Darryl found us our new home:
We have lived here for 33 years.
A small sample of the art we both collected and loved:
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