The truth was sweet , sweet , sweet ! The truth was unspeakable . I have been kissed by the God of Love ! How could she ever , ever , ever say that ? And : “ Well ? ” prompted St. Anne , pushing the girl away , holding her off at arm's ...
Dark Hours
... lonely cafe I sit contemplating this evening under the gently falling snow, watching rooftops disappear into white and leafless birch trees on distant hilltops fan out like silver veins in the starless night. Oh, how many earths have we ...