our bones contain marrow; marrow is pith of each of us; love emerges when the marrow of two individuals are adapted to each other harmoniously. Cheers, alex
Love is supreme in its making. Delightful in its hold on you. And tragic when it all falls apart. Most of us survive that separation, those who do not are left to wander within the mindset of what was supreme . . . That, my friend is where the tragic comes in to play.
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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