Que sont mes amis devenus

Que j'avais de si prs tenus

Et tant aims

Ils ont t trop clairsems

Je crois le vent les aots

L'Amour est morte

C'taient amis que vent emporte

Et il ventait devant ma porte

Les emporta.

Wherehave all my dear friends gone

That I held in close acquaintance

and loved so much

I did not keep them tight enough

I think some ill wind blew them off

Love went with them

They were friends the winds could blow

And the winds blew by my door,

Took them away.

( Rutebeuf, french poet, circa 1250 )

I dedicate this poem, and my sadness that goes with it, to MariaLouisa,Summer,Gallyon and Fletch: right or wrong, forbetter or worse, present or away,they are and will remain my dearfriends. They can leave the RC Ning, but they can't leave my memories. I hope they know it, even if they don't read this.

And many thanks to all my other past, present and future friends here,you allmake my life a better one.