Cyrano: I know, you will leave me with nothing--neither the laurel nor the rose. Take it all then! There is one possession I take with me from this place. Tonight when I stand before God - and bow low to him, so low that my forehead brushes his footstool, the firmament - I will stand again and proudly show Him that one pure possession--which I have never ceased to cherish or to share with all - my panache!
Calling San Francisco Trads
2 hours ago