Dunhill
"How we danced..."
Our loop is much like faith,invisible yet painfully palpable.But when freighted with the knowledgethat the fluttering of the smallest wingscan send immeasurable cracks through time,I have to close this dangerous circle. I have to learn how to let you goHow it once went...A bullet took you, your eyes still brilliant in defiance of the dark,a dimpled smile before whispering your last words..."How we danced..."We'll have tha...