Talking to Moscow in her bedroom. Over and over shadows fall low. . Love feeling flowers in the harbor. Sleeping for hours with no father. Call in the winter and a letter.
You lie on the sofa. It's like I don't know you. Now we never talk. We never walk outside. It's the city outside. . I look out the window. And see the streets below.
[introductory sample:]. I'm helen stevens, I'm having a party, and the other tenants are there, and a few friends. we'd like you to join us.... Mark..