... "So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon'tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglassI'veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfas funnyForgive me ...."
An amazing beginning - it made me want to find the "The History of Love" and read about it ...
dream on ... all those unspoken words flowing in mid-air ...
