I love old churchyards, so much history. The grand old Duke of York's wife is buried in the small church on the High Street. There's also a skull-and-crossbones on one of the really old stones from the 1700's. Tommy Trinder and Rod Hull are buried not so far away.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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