He Was Like A Song I'd Heard

Water Is Powerful. It Can Wash Away Earth, Put Out Fire, And Even Destroy Iron.

A Geisha Has Studied A Man's Moods And His Seasons. She Fusses And He Blooms.

Friendship Is A Precious Thing, Sayuri. One Mustn't Throw It Away.

We All Know That A Winter Scene, Though It May Be Covered Over One Day, With Even The Trees Dressed In Shawls Of Snow, Will Be Unrecognizable The Following Spring. Yet I Never Imagined Such A Thing Could Occur Within Our Very Selves.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.