In this case, one of the finest poems ever written around the permanent separation that comes with death.I won't quote all of Thomas Gray's "Elegy Wri...ten in a Country Church Yard" since it is 32 stanzas in length, long out of copyright, and easily located otherwise. However I recommend it highly. Despite the subject, the beauty and flow of the opening lines always make me feel better.The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward. In the water, she was weightless. We slowly fucked for 20 minutes, still neither one of us had an orgasm but did it ever feel good. Lucy lifted one tit up for me to suck on, then the other. I was loving just holding on to her ass while we fucked. We separated and got out of the pool, there was a wonderful freedom of being naked and it felt more natural than any other thing on earth. We went back to the porch, it had become our hang out place, and Lucy, looking at my half hard cock, commented. I lit the candles. The nerves turned to panic as the doorbell rang. My heart was suddenly beating out of my chest, my mind swamped with thoughts of dinner, candles, underwear, perfume and most of all, Danni. I had no idea how the evening would unfold and I think that's what made me so incredibly nervous and unbelievably excited at the same time. I opened the door and there was Danni waiting on the doorstep. "Hi," I just about squeaked as I opened the door. Danni was wearing a coat, so I had no. I helped write the first dedicated operating systems for the third Neural Net Brain, which took up as much room as ENIAC did in its day. That is to say, that the third NNB was massive in scale. Thankfully creating the OS did not require me to individually write code for each individual core; instead, it required me to write a program that automatically distributed the load as required. I did this from the ground up, while using standards for various input systems and peripherals. Why reinvent.