There is something always melancholy in the Idea of leaving a place for the last time. It is like burying a Friend.
New Letters of Abigail Adams: 1788-1801 (1947)
There is something always melancholy in the Idea of leaving a place for the last time. It is like burying a Friend.
New Letters of Abigail Adams: 1788-1801 (1947)