Oh,sara. It Is Like A Story." "it

When The Day Comes That I Kneel By Your Bedside And See Your Eyes Close, Or You Kneel By Mine, It Must Be That The One Who Waits Behind Shall Know The Parting Is Not All.

She Did Not Know That This Was The Best Thing She Could Have Done, And She Did Not Know That, When She Began To Walk Quickly Or Even Run Along The Paths And Down The Avenue, She Was Stirring Her Slow Blood And Making Herself Stronger By Fighting With The Wind Which Swept Down From The Moor.

Are You Learning Me By Heart, Little Sara?" He Said, Stroking Her Hair. "no," She Answered. "i Know You By Heart. You Are Inside My Heart.

She Liked Books More Than Anything Else, And Was, In Fact, Always Inventing Stories Of Beautiful Things And Telling Them To Herself.

It's So Easy That When You Begin You Can't Stop. You Just Go On And On Doing It Always.