Never Before Had I Recognized The Ring

Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.

Let Me Guess,' Ian Said In A Voice Like Ice. 'you Fell On A Rock.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

Being Mormon Is A Big Part Of Who I Am, And I Try Very Hard To Live The Right Way, But I Don't Know That I'm An Example. I Hate To Say, 'yes, Look At Me. I'm A Good Example Of Being Mormon.' I Want To Be The Best Person I Can Be, So In That Aspect, Maybe I'm A Good Example.