But We Cannot Unbraid The Story Of

When You Get Divorced And Remarried, Nobody Gets Discarded. Everybody Is Still There. Even If Their Storyline Is Not Directly Yours.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

I Believe, In My Better Moments, That There Is A Plan And Things Go Not The Way We Want Them To But The Way They Should.

Maybe That Was The Definition Of Life Everlasting: The Belief That The Next Generation Would Carry Your Work Forward.

Staying Within The World Of A Novel Gives Us The Ability To Be Quiet And Alone, Two Skills That Are Disappearing Faster Than The Polar Icecaps.