The Heart Dies A Slow Death, Shedding

Yet Somehow The Thing That Startled Me Most, After A Week Or Two Had Passed, Was That I Had In Fact Survived.

We Human Beings Have A Remarkable Way Of Growing Accustomed To Things.

I Was Thanking Him For...well, For Something I'm Not Sure I Can Explain Even Now. For Showing Me That Something Besides Cruelty Could Be Found In The World, I Suppose.

I Don't Know When We'll See Each Other Again Or What The World Will Be Like When We Do. We May Both Have Seen Many Horrible Things. But I Will Think Of You Every Time I Need To Be Reminded That There Is Beauty And Goodness In The World.

At The Temple There Is A Poem Called "loss" Carved Into The Stone. It Has Three Words, But The Poet Has Scratched Them Out. You Cannot Read Loss, Only Feel It.