1. It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.
2. Anguish is the universal language
3. It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.
4. Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward whatlooks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.
5. Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.
The Nightingales of Troy: Stories of One Family's Century
