Rifling through some old papers today I found this little fragment from 22 years ago and thought I might post it as one from the vault....

"You know what you are to me, he said. What I was before I met you. I breathed and I moved but my life stood only in the desolate places....

I only wish that someone could prove to us something calming which comforted us, so that we stopped feeling guilty or unhappy and that we...