To Endure Oneself May Be The Hardest

I Am Not The River I Am The Net.

She Looked At Patches Of Blackness. Black Is A Blind Remembering, She Thought.

I'm The Well-trained Fruit Tree. Full Of Well-trained Feelings And Abilities And All Of Them Grafted Onto Me

Silence Is Often The Best Thing To Say.

Educational Bureaucracies Dull A Child's Questing Sensitivity.