Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

My First Job Was In A Nursing Home - A Terrible Place In Retrospect. It Was In An Old House, And The Residents Were So Lonely. People Rarely Visited Them. I Only Stayed There A Couple Of Months, But It Made A Strong Impression On Me.

A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different Things.

All That Sunny Afternoon, Traveling North And East, Caroline Believed Absolutely In The Future. And Why Not? For If The Worst Had Already Happened To Them In The Eyes Of The World, Then Surely, Surely, It Was The Worst That They Left Behind Them Now.

It's Funny How Things Seem Different, Suddenly.