“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs”

(That one bears repeating, particularly as it came from a SPAM email.) “Find me there and tell me a bit about your dreams. Waiting for your answer” While I'm at it, I'm listening to the National–  "We're the heirs to the glimmering world..." "We're half-awake in a fake empire..." (forgot how much I like this… Continue reading “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs”