When All Is Said And Done, The

Every Problem Has A Solution, Although It May Not Be The Outcome That Was Originally Hoped For Or Expected.

What Did You See?' He Asked Then. Nothing,' I Told Him. 'because Nothing Is What You Wanted Me To See, Though The Man On The Table Might Disagree.

It Was The Sort Of Beauty You Feel So Deeply It Becomes Contagious And Somehow Makes You Feel Beautiful Too.

Outside, The September Air Was Enticingly Fragrant, Yellow With Pollen And Rich, Lemony Sunlight.

What Else Is There To Write About Than Love And Loss?