Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through

Time Is A Dressmaker Specializing In Alterations.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.

Faith Is The Spiritual House In Which We Live.

I've Always Thought That The Most Perfect Fate Which Could Befall Any Woman Would Be To Be Born A Rich Widow.

Occasionally The Impossible Happens; This Is A Truism That Accounts For Much Of What We Call Good Luck; And Also, Bad.