Everything Was Screaming: The Sea, The Wind,

The Moon Was A Sharply Defined Crescent And The Sky Was Perfectly Clear. The Stars Shone With Such Fierce, Contained Brilliance That It Seemed Absurd To Call The Night Dark.

My Gratitude To Him Is As Boundless As The Pacific Ocean.

I Have Read That There Are Two Fears That Cannot Be Trained Out Of Us: The Startle Reaction Upon Hearing An Unexpected Noise, And Vertigo. I Would Like To Add A Third, To Wit, The Rapid And Direct Approch Of A Known Killer

I Felt I Was Beating A Rainbow To Death

I Have A Story That Will Make You Believe In God.