| The prompt this week: a love note. I was very young and he wasn't famous yet. As we sat at a café in Paris, he asked the waiter for a scrap of paper, wrote these lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet #29 (and got them mostly right), then pressed the paper into my hand. Hadn't thought about him for ages, but I've kept his note for 45 years! [To see more love notes, visit Bella's meme.] |