Tom said, “Let me beg you never to tell that story to Will. He’d have you locked up.” “But the house wasn’t worth what I asked!” “I repeat what I said about Will. What’s Adam want with your house?” “He’s going to move there. Wants the twins to go to school in Salinas.” “What’ll

But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could.

Thinking about time was torment. Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

Written By Joyce praveena

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