I Stared At Her Black Hair. It

But Also I Wanted Him To Go Away And Leave Me Be. I Was Granted One Weak Grace. Back In The Room Where The Green Chair Was Still Warm From His Body, I Blew That Lonely, Flickering Candle Out

One Thing About Failing Repeatedly: If You're Still Doing It After You've Failed That Much, You Really Mean It.

I Like Gardening - It's A Place Where I Find Myself When I Need To Lose Myself.

He Was Beginning To Understand: You Were Treated Special And, Later, Something Horrible Would Be Told To You.

I Wish You All A Long And Happy Life