We Can Sometimes Recognize The Looks Of

Wolves Don't Hunt Singly, But Always In Pairs. The Lone Wolf Was A Myth.

Love Is The Mystery Between Two People, Not The Identity.

We Talked For Hours. He Talked And I Listened. It Was Like Wind And Sunlight. It Blew All The Cobwebs Away.

I Love Making, I Love Doing. I Love Being To The Full, I Love Everything Which Is Not Sitting And Watching And Copying And Dead At Heart.

It Was Too Exactly As Imagined To Be True. But I Felt As Gladly And Expectantly Disorientated, As Happily And Alertly Alone, As Alice In Wonderland.