Tied together…
(gems on the causeway at Lihou: canon 30d)
How is love supposed to read the footnote of history?
What’s your Kryptonite?
I guess there is always another mountain… and i guess it’s all about the climb
No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their splendour. Rather they remain as hard as gems.
(Anne Rice)
