Being Alive Was All Right Then: He

Things Which Don't Shift And Grow Are Dead Things.

Moonflowers Blossom In The Sand Hills Before Dawn, Just As I Followed Him.

You Don't Have Anything If You Don't Have The Stories.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

Fortunately, Her Year Of Graduate Classes Prepared Her For Obnoxious Conduct.