Better To Lose Oneself In

. . . Companions Were To Be Valued, Wherever One Found Them.

To Abandon A Child, She Had Once Said To Someone, When She Thought Cassandra Couldn't Hear, Was An Act So Cold, So Careless, It Refused Forgiveness.

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?