My Last Round
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My Last Round

My Last Round

Понякога темата на една статия (в случая голфа) не е важна за това което ни казва относно човешките емоции

Прочетете за раздялата на есин човек с негов дългогодишен спътник. Някак с оптимизъм и добро чувство

Goodbyes are never really final. People die, walk out the door, or get on a plane to Paris leaving Humphrey Bogart behind. You can let the loved one go but keep the love. I thanked Dad for all the golfing good times we’d shared. Then I hung up and hit a proper, booming drive down the 12th.

I made my last par. Then I walked off the course.

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