Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Un finished story
On my bookshelf, behind the recent reads it lies. An unfinished relationship. An unfinished book. It began well. A definite page-turner. Unputdownable, one could say. But then the book was closed. Never to be opened again. In my mind I go over the pages I've read wondering what would have happened if I had read the complete book. But somewhere I know I never will.
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