From the pages of the New Yorker (14th July 1975 issue)
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Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.
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4 comments:
You were right. This is a pretty amazing ad.
"A purple and pink Indian palace" was considered cool in 1975?
More proof that the Sixties and the Seventies were best experienced under the influence of drugs.
how funny :-)
Excellent!
I see that you're using your New Yorker hard-drive to its fullest, possible potential :).
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