Fortunately, Her Year Of Graduate Classes Prepared

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

Night. Heavenly Delicious Sweet Night Of The Desert That Calls All Of Us To Love Her. The Night Is Our Comfort With Her Coolness And Darkness. On Wings, On Feet, On Our Bellies, Out We All Come To Glory In The Night.

When Someone Dies, You Don't Get Over It By Forgetting; You Get Over It By Remembering, And You Are Aware That No Person Is Ever Truly Lost Or Gone Once They Have Been In Our Life And Loved Us, As We Have Loved Them.

Then They Grow Away From The Earth Then They Grow Away From The Sun Then They Grow Away From The Plants And The Animals. They See No Life. When They Look They See Only Objects. The World Is A Dead Thing For Them The Trees And The Rivers Are Not Alive. The Mountains And Stones Are Not Alive. The Deer And Bear Are Objects. They See No Life. They Fear. They Fear The World. They Destroy What They Fear. They Fear Themselves.

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