I don't remember what month it was or what year even, I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfect encapsulated morsel of good past, a brushstroke of colour on the gray barren canvas that our lives had become.-
The Kite Runner
YOU ARE READING
Spoken
RandomIt's the lyrics of the song. It's that quote from the book. It's the words of the wise. It's the the words of one far beyond their own years. It's the spoken words captured in this book. Captured words that have to be read, reread and captured...
