Thursday, November 14, 2013. When the Fog Hangs Over Old London Town. When the Fog Hangs Over Old London Town. The door slammed opened as Louisa ran down the stairs and into the embracing arms of the foggy night. Tears streaked down her face, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Behind her, she heard the heavy footsteps of his boots on the cobblestones. But the thick fog of the night enfolded her deep in its oily arms, and he lost sight of her. Louisa, come back! 8220;Well, you kno.

Thursday, June 23, 2011. I am tired like I just ran 10 miles. Or spent a week sitting awake night after night. Thinking of things to say to you. Of everything I say, do,. Another conversation edited to not upset you. Around your foibles and insecurities. Because I want you to like me. Rather, as I end more conversations. With you walking off in a huff,. Not thinking about you,.