Games
Their friendship is like a tapestry in a drawer. Today is the iron passing over the cloth, smoothing out the wrinkles, bring out the pattern that makes it unique and beautiful.
Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.
Somewhere I read that human beings are the only creatures to spend the present driving themselves crazy about the future.
It's never too late-in fiction or in life-to revise.
