A Loose-Leaf Flies From The Dark Inn's Memory Book!

I see your poem-like that long signature pasted on the solitary mist-screen! And when it disappears slowly beyond the mountains a teardrop on the grass about to evaporates? Do you remember me with a pile of books, once I lodged here for a short period and One dark rainy day I left for my unending journey borrowing your mackintosh you're shocked and not even asked my name and I too forgot to ask your name? [We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.]- Jeremy Irons for my friend Paddy Martin and if I know your domicile definitely I enclose this in a Christmas card! nimal p.dunuhinga