Ocupation: Author
Life: b. November 11, 1958
Birthday: November 11
Love is like a tide. When it's in, everything looks beautiful and inviting. Only when love recedes can you see the debris beneath the surface - the old bottles, the rusty prams, the sewage pipes, the bloated cats and dogs weighted down to drown. The man I had once loved so passionately I now saw as weak, gutted like a fish.
topic: Love, Beautiful, Dog, Debris, Prams, Sewage