Was There Only One World After All

She Was Riding A Bear! And The Aurora Was Swaying Above Them In Golden Arcs And Loops, And All Around Was The Bitter Arctic Cold And The Immense Silence Of The North.

When He'd Sworn At Her And Been Sworn At In Return, They Became Great Friends.

You Speak Of Destiny As If It Was Fixed.

My Only Real Claim To Anyone's Attention Lies In My Writing

Life Is Hard . . . But We Cling To It All The Same