A True Friend Is A Light In

Those Who Live In Memories Are Never Really Dead." The House At Riverton

You'll Beat This. I Know It Doesn't Feel Like It, But You Will. You're A Survivor." "i Don't Want To Survive It." "i Know That, Too," Nell Had Said. "and It's Fair Enough. But Sometimes We Don't Have A Choice.

We're All Unique, Just Never In The Ways We Imagine.

Round And Round The Questions Flew, Until Finally I Found Myself Standing At The Open Door Of A Bookshop. It’s Natural In Times Of Great Perplexity, I Think, To Seek Out The Familiar, And The High Shelves And Long Rows Of Neatly Lined-up Spines Were Immensely Reassuring. Amid The Smell Of Ink And Binding, The Dusty Motes In Beams Of Strained Sunlight, The Embrace Of Warm, Tranquil Air, I Felt That I Could Breathe More Easily.

Hope's One Thing, Expectation's Quite Another.