Dear XenopusTex:

Like watching a lost soul wondering, you wrote about watching her. How true to so many of us. And you, wearing “a grave expression uniformly” going about life, a hidden soul inside you, a hidden heart that came alive for a moment, meeting this woman and now back to a dull existence.

Does it have to be this way? (I type with anger in my fingertips)

I will be back at the computer later. Strangely, I feel speechless. Strangely because I am hardly ever speechless, with nothing to say. I feel a sadness, a powerlessness. Will be back later, maybe sooner than I think.

anita