Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Let the fingers do the talking

‘Yes, him.’
’The man whose conversation is barely above a grunt. Who summed up his mother at her funeral as being ‘you know, good, like.’

'I don’t get it.’
’He may not be good with words but I know he loves me.’
’How so?
’With his poetry of touch.’
Random Word: Eloquent



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