Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way. - Scott Hastie
Camille, a few feet away, looked like a gypsy who had mislaid his violin and had been searching for it in a hedgerow; he frustrated daily the best efforts of an expensive tailor, wearing his clothes as a subtle comment on the collapsing social order. - Hilary Mantel