A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different

You Can't Spend The Rest Of Your Life Tiptoeing Around To Try And Avert Disaster. It Won't Work. You'll Just End Up Missing The Life You Have.

It's Good To Be In Love.

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

The Place Was A Familiar As Breath But As Far From His Life Now As The Moon.

It Seemed There Was No End At All To The Lies A Person Could Tell, Once She Got Started.