It Was Such A Pleasure To Sink

Curiosity Might Have Killed The Cat, But Little Girls Usually Fared Much Better.

A Twinge At The Edge Of Her Lips And She Continued, The Soft, Slow Lilt Of Recitation: "ancient Walls That Sing The Distant Hours.

It's A Funny Thing, Character, The Way It Brands People As They Age, Rising From Within To Leave Its Scar.

...she's Understood The Power Of Stories. Their Magical Ability To Refill The Wounded Part Of People.

Will History Remember Us, I Wonder? I Do Hope So - To Imagine That One Might Do Something, Touch An Event Somehow, & Thereby Transcend The Bounds Of A Single Human Lifetime!