It's Odd How Different A House Feels

Only Half A Page Left Now. Shall I Fill It With 'i Love You, I Love You'-- Like Father's Page Of Cats On The Mat? No. Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

Rose Doesn’t Like The Flat Country, But I Always Did – Flat Country Seems To Give The Sky Such A Chance.

My God - It's A Green Child!" Said The American. "what Is This Place - The House Of Usher?

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.