so often you are in my thoughtstouch the softness withinand realize you are lovedif we never touch in the fleshunderstand you are a part of my soulthe living and breathing partto know an angel, is to know youdon't get...

After about twenty minutes the van stopped. We were now a good distance from the village where we had left the Arnavuts. We believed we were safe — at least for the time being — unless the mobsters had...