It’s Never Simple.” Avery Slid An Arm

Planting A Flower's Like Opening A Book, Because Either Way You're Starting Something. And Your Garden's Your Library.

Who's With Her?" Roarke Asked, Though He Already Knew. It Was Just Like Her. "with Her? Oh, Ah, Hmmm. Webster." Silence Fell, A Clatter Of Broken Bricks. Peabody Folded Her Hands In Her Pockets And Prepared For The Explosion To Follow. "i See." When Roarke Simply Turned Back To The Screen And Continued, She Didn't Know Whether To Be Relieved Or Scared To Death.

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.

It Taught Me, That When A Woman Lets Herself Love, She Loses. It Taught Me That To Survive, You Rely On Yourself First And Last." -adrianne "it Should Have Also Taught You That Sometimes Love Has No Threshold." -philip

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.