The First Year Was Like

Then Let Yourself Love All That You Take Delight In Accept Yourself Whole, Accept The Heritage That Shaped You And Is Passed On From Age To Age Down To Your Entity. Remain Mysterious; Rather Than Be Pure, Accept Yourself As Numerous.

The Gray Glaze Of The Past Attacks All Know-how...

The Winter Does What It Can For Its Children.

The Summer Demands And Takes Away Too Much. /but Night, The Reserved, The Reticent, Gives More Than It Takes

I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring Another