You're sound asleep, but your grip is tight. I miss our review of your alternate universe Made of broken dreams and broken memories. You invited me into your universe. I was one of the role players - your minister I think Among the broken thoughts and broken statements. Your world is full of adventure: You slew the dark knight. You were exiled from your castle. You cared for the peasants. But we were together there In that strange, broken universe.
©2011, John A. Mills