The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
I don’t just want words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.
I wasn’t actually in love, but felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.
