And Now You'll Be Telling Stories Of

Oh, Yesterday, That One, We All Cry Out. Oh, That One! How Rich And Possible Everything Was! How Ripe, Ready, Lavish, And Filled With Excitement--how Hopeful We Were On Those Summer Days, Under The Clean, White Racing Clouds. Oh, Yesterday!

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

Isn’t It Wonderful The Way The World Holds Both The Deeply Serious, And The Unexpectedly Mirthful?

Sometimes I Need Only To Stand Wherever I Am To Be Blessed.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?