Created by Raymond Swanland
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
Happy 115th Birhtday to aviatrix Amelia Earhart!
Am I alone in thinking that Harry Lloyd would be perfect as Marco?