Sometimes (well, often) I can be so in love with a story - the world,
the characters, the lot - that I really have to mourn when I've finished
reading the book(s). It honestly hurts. Maybe I'm just weird, but I
just can't seem to let it go easily.
we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles