. . . blah blah blah and rhubarb.

“What cannot be seen: our crumpled childhoods, our scarred wrists, how we hated …”

“Twenty miles out of town. A million miles from the life you left behind.”

“they do not kissbut they both want toinstead their feet touch and so do their a…”

“Some ideas are not born of logic and good sense. They are made of clouds and co…”