There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.

“How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a…”

“Daddy's girl. Was it a 'itty-bitty bravekins and did it suffer? Oooooo-tweet, d…”

“He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering th…”

“Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night”