A friend is like an eagle; you don't find them flying in flocks
Uncited
2nd February 2012
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
2nd February 2012