Snow Was Falling, So Much

Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like The Body Of A Flower?

The World Is: Fun, And Familiar, And Healthful, And Unbelievably Refreshing, And Lovely. And It Is The Theater Of The Spiritual; It Is The Multiform Utterly Obedient To A Mystery.

And It Can Keep You As Busy As Anything Else, And Happier.

What Can We Do But Keep On Breathing In And Out, Modest And Willing, And In Our Places?

After A Cruel Childhood, One Must Reinvent Oneself. Then Reimagine The World.