Knowing It And Seeing It Are Two

"katniss," Gale Says Softly. I Recognize That Voice. It's The Same One He Uses To Approach Wounded Animals Before He Delivers A Deathblow. I Instinctively Raise My Hand To Block His Words But He Catches It And Holds On Tightly. "don't," I Whisper. But Gale Is Not One To Keep Secrets From Me. "katniss, There Is No District Twelve."

Maybe It's That We Are All So Starved For Something Good To Happen That We Want To Be A Part Of It.

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

Come On And Eat With Him. I Promise, I Won't Let Him Kiss You Again.

Make Sure They Remember You.