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So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow
doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best,
that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have;
then ten times happy me!
Sonnet 27

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

More from Nette mun

I'm back ... at least on a limited and temporary basis.

I wanted to take a moment to offer my sincerest appreciation to those that have been so supportive. Your whispered words, the long distant phone calls even when they were late at night, of concern, of encouragement, the simple "hang in there's" and the "miss you's" have kept me going. From the bottom of my heart ... Thank you.

A special gratitude to Ramza mun for his sympathetic patience. You are one of a kind, hon.

For those that aired their greivances loudly and publicly of how much time my character spends online, I'd like to say gracefully and elegantly ... I'm glad you missed me :actually thinking to self ... SOD OFF:. I'll be here when I be here. Count on it.

To each and every one, know that you are loved and adored. Never forget that.

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