But I Think If It's The Right

It's A Strange Life, Isn't It? ...a Rom With No Tribe. No Matter How Hard You Look, You Can Never Find A Home. Because To Us, Home Is Not A Building Or A Tent Or A Vardo... Home Is A Family.

When The Pace Of Our Feet Matched Perfectly, I Felt A Deep Inner Pang Of Satisfaction. I Could Have Gone On Walking Like That Forever, Side By Side With Him. There Had Been Few Times In My Life I Had Ever Inhabited A Moment So Fully, With No Loneliness Lurking At The Edges.

A Weak But Steady Throb Lay Beneath Kev's Searching Fingertips. Win's Heartbeat...the Pulse That Sustained His Universe.

The Way I Was Brought Up ‘he Needed Killing’ Is An Airtight Alibi.

You're Surrounded By It Wherever You Go, You Walk Through It, Breathe It...it's In Your Lungs And Under Your Tongue And Between Your Fingers And Toes.