Oh, I Wish I Was Young Again

There Had To Be Dark And Muddy Waters So That The Sun Could Have Something To Background It's Flashing Glory.

Forgiveness Is A Gift Of High Value. Yet Its Cost Is Nothing.

Serene Was A Word You Could Put To Brooklyn New York. Especially In The Summer Of 1912. Somber As A Word Was Better. But It Did Not Apply To Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie Was Lovely And Shenandoah Had A Beautiful Sound But You Couldn't Fit Those Words Into Brooklyn. Serene Was The Only Word For It Especially On A Saturday Afternoon In Summer.

It Is A Good Thing To Learn The Truth One's Self. To First Believe With All Your Heart, And Then Not To Believe, Is Good Too. It Fattens The Emotions And Makes Them To Stretch.

The Library Was A Little Old Shaby Place. Francie Thought It Was Beautiful. The Feeling She Had About It Was As Good As The Feeling She Had About Church. She Pushed Open The Door And Went In. She Liked The Cmbined Smell Of Worn Leather Bindings, Library Past And Freshly Inked Stamping Pads Better Than She Liked The Smell Of Burning Incense At High Mass.