They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.

“A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle o…”

“Like flowers scattered in a storm, man's life is one long farewell”

“Whatever is the loss becomes greater each time we meet. It is a well that will …”

“If she did experience sex--or something close to it--in high school, I'm sure i…”