And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And

She Could Not Ignore Life. She Had To Live It And It Was Too Brutal, Too Hostile, For Her Even To Try To Gloss Over Its Harshness With A Smile

I Do Not Write With Ease, Nor Am I Ever Pleased With Anything I Write. And So I Rewrite.

Life's Under No Obligation To Give Us What We Expect.

I Loved Something I Made Up

Once, When She Was Six Years Old, She Had Fallen From A Tree, Flat On Her Stomach. She Could Still Recall That Sickening Interval Before Breath Came Back Into Her Body. Now, As She Looked At Him, She Felt The Same Way She Had Felt Then, Breathless, Stunned, Nauseated.