January 2011
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'Perhaps,'
I thought, while her words still hung in the air between us like a wisp of tobacco smoke—a thought to fade and vanish like smoke without a trace—‘perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls...
Book Recommendations?
Please?
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