Every Life Has One True Love Snapshot.

When You Are An Outcast, Even A Tossed Stone Can Be Cherished.

The Dead Sit At Our Tables Long After They Have Gone.

If God Wants It, It Will Happen.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.

No Matter How Smart She Appeared, She Was Fragile At Her Core.