I Always Write A Story

. . . All That She Had Had, And All That She Had Missed, Were Lost Together, And Were Twice Lost In This Landslide Of Remembered Losses.

First Impressions Are Often Signals From The Deep That We Should Credit Oftener Than We Do.

Those Who Give The Orders Are Not The Ones To Die The People Who Are Doing The Work And The Fighting And The Dying, And Those Who Are Doing The Talking, Are Not All The Same People.

Could She Fall So Low? No, There Were Limits, And She Believed She Still Knew Where Some Of Them Were.

Words Can Never Get At The Truth.