Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?
- Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
- I loved my baby dolls when I was a kid. I used to pray with them and say good night to each and every one of them because I didn’t want their feelings to get hurt. I remember having that connection with my baby dolls.