By adopting a certain physical posture, a resonant chord is struck in spirit.
A true friend sees the first tear, catches the second an stops the third.
The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.
Even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.
Well, pull up an ice block and lend an ear. Now you know how Santa uses these flying reindeer to pull his sleigh.