There is time to live, and a time to die. A time to begin, and a time to end. The drawing of a curtain had mysteries beside each end. This has been, is and always will. May be to the end. And speaking of endings, one might expect sorrow, one might imagine joy, but another soo complicated with his thoughts will smile. For what happened behind the scenes, tells the true story. 
We worked around the house today, and Adrian's cart held the evidence. After which a last summer swimming could not be avoided. All this was a chorus of our goodbye message to Switzerland, and our lovely host : Mrs. Petitjean.
This day was marked with, both the last breakfast and Last Supper.
God bless you Aunty Ruth.
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