I often drift into a daze as I murmur to myself, as if I were in another life.
I wait for certain people and certain things to run aground in the river of time, never to surface again.
Yet there are always things we must give up to life.
So please let me keep remembering them this way.
‖How brave must you be to keep remembering?‖
Why don't you write anymore? Where has the author gone?
I really like your book "Who's Who?" I hope you can continue writing. .