Anything You Say From Your

I Get Thirsty People Glasses Of Water, Even If That Thirsty Person Is Just Me.

I Wish Grace And Healing Were More Abracadabra Kind Of Things. Also, That Delicate Silver Bells Would Ring To Announce Grace's Arrival. But No, It's Clog And Slog And Scootch, On The Floor, In The Silence, In The Dark.

Joy Is The Best Makeup. But A Little Lipstick Is A Close Runner-up.

Expectations Are Resentments Under Construction.

Mattie Sat At The Table, Obsessing, Orbiting Around Herself. She Was Sick Of Her Worried, Hostile Mind. It Would Have Killed Her Long Before, She Felt, If It Hadn't Needed The Transportation.