What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

You solve it as you get older, when you reach the point where you've tasted so much that you can somehow sacrifice certain things more easily, and you have a more tolerant view of things like possessiveness (your own) and a broader acceptance of the pains and the losses.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it