in California I began to think that, except on the beaches, no-one had the use of their legs. Votes: 3
Memory is the only friend of grief. Votes: 3
The stitch of a book is its words. Votes: 2
cleverness is a disease. Votes: 0
Of course one never knows in draft if it's going to turn out, even with my age and experience. Votes: 0
Wanting is the beginning of getting. Votes: 0