Falling, Fell, Fallen

"..London bridge is falling down,
falling down, falling down,
London bridge is falling down,
my fair lady.."

Dear lonely isle,

Do you remember the nursery rhyme about the bridge that kept on falling down no matter what it was built with?

Sometimes I feel that that is the perfect anology of my life.

Never thought I'd feel like this again.

But life always surprises me.

Over and over.

love, Joyce.