Stell*a:
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.*
Stell*a:
I'd like to think that things are getting better, he said, but my eyes are getting worse, so maybe I miss a lot. *
Stell*a:
... and if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone ...
Stell*a:
I was waiting for such a long time, she said. I thought you forgot. It's hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.*
