Darling Girl, Blinded By Foolish Thoughts Of

The Stretch Of Years Leaves None Unmarked: The Blissful Sense Of Youthful Invincibility Peels Away And Responsibility Brings Its Weight To Bear.

And Then He Was Kissing Her, And She Was Struck By His Nearness, His Solidity, His Smell. It Was Of The Garden And The Earth And The Sun. When Cassandra Opened Her Eyes, She Realized She Was Crying. She Wasn't Sad, Though, These Were The Tears Of Being Found, Of Having Come Home After A Long Time Away.

Better To Lose Oneself In Action Than To Wither In Despair.

... People Who'd Led Dull And Blameless Lives Did Not Give Thanks For Second Chances.

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .