Tiny Fists Can Hurt Quite

Sungold Blew Impatiently And Began To Dig A Hole With One Foot. She Booted His Elbow With Her Toe And He Stopped, But After A Moment He Lowered His Head And Blew Again, Harder, And She Could Feel Him Shifting His Weight, Considering If She Might Let Him Dig Just A Small Hole.

It Seems To Me Further, That It Is Very Odd That Fate Should Leave So Careful A Trail, And Spend So Little Time Preparing The One That Must Follow It.

The Weak Grey Light That Serves As Harbinger Of Red And Golden Dawn Faintly Lit My Window. I Fumbled For A Candle, Found And Lit It, And By Its Little Light Saw That The Rose Floating In The Bowl Was Dying. It Had Already Lost Most Of Its Petals, Which Floated On The Water Like Tiny, Un-seaworthy Boats, Deserted For Safer Craft. "dear God," I Said. "i Must Go Back At Once.

If You Try To Breathe Water, You Will Not Turn Into A Fish, You Will Drown; But Water Is Still Good To Drink.

Sometimes It Is Better Not To Know. Sometimes When You Do Know You Just Fold Up.