It's Good To Be In Love.

Your Understanding Of A Place Changes The Longer You Stay; You Discover More, And Your Own Life Gets Woven Into The Fabric Of The Community.

It's Funny How Things Seem Different, Suddenly.

In Some Deep Place In Her Heart, Caroline Had Kept Alive The Silly Romantic Notion That Somehow David Henry Had Once Known Her As No One Else Ever Could. But It Was Not True. He Had Never Even Glimpsed Her.

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

She Didn't Love Him And He Didn't Love Her; She Was Like An Addiction, And What They Were Doing Had A Darkness To It, A Weight.