“’There was so much mutual respect for their differences,’ Julia says of the couple, who spent their final years in Greenport, New York, a village on Long Island. ‘They didn’t try to change the essence of who the other was.’”
When it rains, I pour
I can’t take this anymore
The driving rain can’t drown the pain
Set me up another round
And the memory I’ll drown
Shoot this whiskey through my veins
When it rains, I pour
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