You’re sitting in the old armchair, MOMENTS open in your lap. You’ve looked at the table of contents, have made your choice. I Welcome Love. It feels just slightly daring. And a bit like it’s for someone else. Not a lot of love around you, these days. All the same, you turn to the page:
A STORY. 45. I WELCOME LOVE
A STORY. 45. I WELCOME LOVE
A STORY. 45. I WELCOME LOVE
You’re sitting in the old armchair, MOMENTS open in your lap. You’ve looked at the table of contents, have made your choice. I Welcome Love. It feels just slightly daring. And a bit like it’s for someone else. Not a lot of love around you, these days. All the same, you turn to the page: