“She turned quickly to face him, and with one part of his mind he thought, They call it falling in love, admiring as always the wisdom of the language. Not stumbling in love, not walking, striding, jumping, bouncing, crawling in… — Max Byrd Copy Share Image
“She turned quickly to face him, and with one part of his mind he thought, They call it falling in love, admiring as always… — Max Byrd Copy Share Image
