Casual Encounters: Sam Coll
Sweetest of dreams, our life's bitterest mystery, our foremost misery. I know the feeling well, old as I am, and have felt so oft in my time its prick and sting, its brief and intermittent bliss that will turn so quickly to rancour that yet will come again to be a craving for sating wringing our anguished hearts until we can take no more though forever always we eternally do come back for more.













