Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

She took my hand and led me inside, turning around to acknowledge him only once as we opened the doors to the hall and merged with the milieu inside. I saw the look on her face then, and learnt that hope and love and heartbreak are family. That time always manages to have the last word no matter how much is at stake.

http://scarlettwrites.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/when-you-are-old/