What do we plant in spring, and what will we reap in autumn?
When my hints are scattered between the lines, will your casual glance
pass them by?
What do we say today, and what will come of it tomorrow?
Some things must be said tonight, or we will regret them by morning. After silence
comes sinking.
What did we do back then, and how will we judge right and wrong in the future?
When yellowed photographs fall from a long-sealed pocket, what was missing back then,
luck, or just a little persistence?
What did we dream of when we were young, and will we still remember it when we're old?
What did we love in our youth, and do we still love it now...?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
