“We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives.”
Maybe you’re young without youth, or maybe you’re old without knowing anything true; I think you’re young without youth.
...I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map