You Are Mine, Always, If Ye Will

There Was A Feeling, Not Sudden, But Complete, As Though I Had Been Given A Small Object To Hold Unseen In My Hands. Precious As Opal, Smooth As Jade, Weighty As A River Stone, More Fragile Than A Bird's Egg. Infinitely Still, Live As The Root Of Creation. Not A Gift, But A Trust. Fiercely To Cherish, Softly To Guard. The Words Spoke Themselves And Disappeared Into The Groined Shadows Of The Roof.

Well, I Can't Remember Not Being Able To Read. I Was Told I Could Read By Myself Very Well At The Age Of Three.

He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing To Be.

It Has Always Been Forever, For Me, Sassenach

Your Face Is My Heart