One Makes A Trip By Day, But

Gathering Is Peculiar, Because You See Nothing But What You're Looking For. If You're Picking Raspberries, You See Only What's Red, And If You're Looking For Bones You See Only The White. No Matter Where You Go, The Only Thing You See Is Bones.

...now And Then A Giggling Trail Of Mermaids Appeared In Our Wake. We Fed Them Oatmeal.

Christmas Always Rustled. It Rustled Every Time, Mysteriously, With Silver And Gold Paper, Tissue Paper And A Rich Abundance Of Shiny Paper, Decorating And Hiding Everything And Giving A Feeling Of Reckless Extravagance.

Quite, Quite,' She Thought With A Little Sigh. 'it's Always Like This In Their Adventures. To Save And Be Saved. I Wish Somebody Would Write A Story Sometime About The People Who Warm Up The Heroes Afterward.

I Need To Write Down My Observations. Even The Tiniest Ones; They're The Most Important.