Happy Hunger Games! And May The Odds

Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.

Mostly We Just Add To The Piles Of Rainbow Glass That's Been Blown Off The Exteriors Of The Cany-colored Buildings.

"if I Could Grow Wings, I Could Fly. Only People Can't Grow Wings," He Say's. "real Or Not Real?" "real," I Say. "but People Don't Need Wings To Survive." "mockingjays Do."

Frankly, I Could Use A Little Sugarcoating.

Mutually Counting On Each Other, Watching Each Other's Backs, Forcing Each Other To Be Brave.