We're All Unique, Just Never

Curiosity Might Have Killed The Cat, But Little Girls Usually Fared Much Better.

Nell Was Not One For Friends And Had Never Hidden Her Distaste For Most Other Humans, Their Neurotic Compulsion For The Acquisition Of Allies.

Had Any Poet Adequately Described The Wretched Ugliness Of A Loved One Turned Inside Out With Grief?

She's One Of The Few People Able To Look Beyond The Lines On My Face To See The Twenty-year-old Who Lives Inside.

Children Don’t Require Of Their Parents A Past And They Find Something Faintly Unbelievable, Almost Embarrassing, In Parental Claims To A Prior Existence.