Eanna Love Us, Adaon Preserve

Ice Is For Death And Endings.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

Irritation For Some Men Was Their Response To Strain.

By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives Measured And Marred.