Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back

The Wombat Is A Joy, A Triumph, A Delight, A Madness!

Beauty Without The Beloved Is A Like A Sword Through The Heart.

Her Hair That Lay Along Her Back Was Yellow Like Ripe Corn.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

Sudden Light I Have Been Here Before, But When Or How I Cannot Tell: I Know The Grass Beyond The Door, The Sweet Keen Smell, The Sighing Sound, The Light Around The Shore.