Nothing's ever the same be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans...
Sunday, July 26, 2015
“She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there—like an astronaut wandering about on the moon.”
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