CONVERSATION ON THE WHARF
“It wasn’t a matter of time,” he said as they boarded one of the silver capsules of the London Eye. “more a matter of courage.”
October 18, 2005
“It wasn’t a matter of time,” he said as they boarded one of the silver capsules of the London Eye. “more a matter of courage.”
There is so much to say. There are no words. There is nothing to say. There are too many words.
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