His Wings Were Failing, But He Refused

I Adore You, Mon Petit, And Would Never Allow Him To Hurt You, No Matter How Gently Or Madly.

Nostalgia In Reverse, The Longing For Yet Another Strange Land, Grew Especially Strong In Spring.

There Was No Lo To Behold.

The Square Root Of I Is I.

I Am Sufficiently Proud Of My Knowing Something To Be Modest About My Not Knowing All.