#574 Goodbye

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1040 Goodnight Moon
5 631 Today
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Bohemian Nights Timeline
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1039 Welcome to the Room
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1038 On My Way
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1037 Where were you?
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1036 Ashes
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1035 Dark Side of the Moon
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1034 In The End
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1033 Hurt
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1032 You’re my Best Friend
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6 thoughts on “#574 Goodbye”
Brett
Steph looks … distant, like she left mentally some time ago.
And I can’t help thinking that Mark’s three original non-Mateo friends are the ones left.
bohemiannightsthecomic
You’re right, on both counts.
Of the group now, the oldest friends, the ones that have known each other since before High School are/were Mateo, Mark, Beth, Shannon, Dave and Jeff.
G
it may be a bit of a downer, but I think its a really good well written series
bohemiannightsthecomic
Thank you. That means a lot to me.
Thracecius
I couldn’t agree more, but I am also reminded of a wonderful little poem by a man named Longfellow:
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
The sun will shine again, but until then, do like us Washingtonians do for 7-8 months a year – remember that the sun will return and be all the more glorious for its absence.
bohemiannightsthecomic
What a beautiful poem. And it fits into the story (and my life these days as well). Thank you for sharing that. (I may have to use Mr. Longfellow’s poem in the comic at a later date.)