Only The Margin Left To

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.