as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.
Anne RiceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 4, 1941
- Died: August 5, 1972
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