No where to go The calories of this love Ahh... Gray cloud Monochrome bustle Sun light shadows Dusk changes it's color Ahh, world blurs Even so will I still love you Obvious But what can I do...
CHAPTER IV From my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above reported conference between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to suffice as a motive for wishing to get well: a change seemed...