
The only thing that's left is the manuscript. One last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then, I re-read the manuscript; but the story isn't mine anymore. -> Some poetry, love letters I never sent, thrown-out speeches, letters addressed to the fire and midnight epiphanies. cover is not mine. all rights reserved.Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang