August 26, 2010 § Leave a comment
You are no longer here. So too with magic in walkways. For magic for me was the possibility of bumping into you, and seeing in you the quiet radiance of an angel, the charming clarity of a clear blue day, the freshness of dew… can I ever justify your magic in mere words?
ha, this is one of the few phrases in my head I would put in novel when I actually get down to it. Life can be a poem.