…what could I hope to preserve in the creases of my skin, if not the anxious heat of your fever, the delightful warmth of your kiss, the cool of your distant gaze, and the terrible chill of your resentment… just the temperatures of our love…
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Story Of The Footloose 
You have given us food for deep thought with this powerful pairing of words and image.
Angel in the dust (of time)
Dear angel in the dust of time… The dust is settling on me… I have to shake it off…
My god! you are just amazing to me!! take my breath away why don’t you?! Sheesh! I ❤ you!!
Hahaha. Maureen the generous rose. 🙂
whatever I give to you sweet Prashant you have earned! ❤ XO!