The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was

Jewels! Today Each Twig Is Important, Each Ring, Each Infection, Each Form Is All That The Gods Must Have Meant.

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

The Fish Are Naked. The Fish Are Always Awake. They Are The Color Of Old Spoons And Caramels.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.