"I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end...It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love."
Sep 27, 2008
Green
a far flung whistle a noise heard somewhere back in time lost sands return with breeze time has come back before we speak and moan between the time, and nature lies truth, vocal, resplendent mingles in voice a note so new, natural, unreal.
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