Whether Love Of Friend, Love

My Art Teacher Had Said That If You Breathed Deeply And Imagined Something, You Could Be There. You Could See It, Feel It. During Our Standoffs With The Nkvd, I Learned To Do That. I Clung To My Rusted Dreams During The Times Of Silence. It Was At Gunpoint That I Fell Into Every Hope And Allowed Myself To Wish From The Deepest Part Of My Heart. Komorov Thought He Was Torturing Us. But We Were Escaping Into A Stillness Within Ourselves. We Found Strength There.

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way.

What Do You Do With All This Bank, Josie? Be A Lot Easier If You Just Lifted Your Skirt.” “the Only Reason I’d Lift My Skirt Is To Pull Out My Pistol And Plug You In The Head.

If I Poured All The Lies I Had Told Into The Mississippi, The River Would Rise And Flood The City.

Mrs. Rimas Cried At The Mention Of The Wafer And The Traditional Christmas Blessing. "god Grant That We Are All Together Again Next Year.