If You've Only One Breath Left, Use

Riding Turns 'i Wish Into 'i Can'.

A Younger Sister Is Someone To Use As A Guinea-pig In Trying Sledges And Experimental Go-carts. Someone To Send On Messages To Mum. But Someone Who Needs You - Who Comes To You With Bumped Heads, Grazed Knees, Tales Of Persecution. Someone Who Trusts You To Defend Her. Someone Who Thinks You Know The Answers To Almost Everything.

Love Is To Understand, At Last, The Suffering Of Another.

Sisters Don't Need Words. They Have Perfected A Language Of Snarls And Smiles And Frowns And Winks - Expressions Of Shocked Surprise And Incredulity And Disbelief. Sniffs And Snorts And Gasps And Sighs - That Can Undermine Any Tale You're Telling.

Brooks Too Wide For Our Leaping, Hedges Far To High. Loads Too Heavy For Our Moving, Burdens Too Cumbersome For Us To Bear. Distances Far Beyond Our Journeying. The Horse Gave Us Mastery.