Oh, Wise Young Judge.

Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out Of Death And Turns It Into Beauty.

I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going To Pause Now, And Sit Here On The Mound Repenting In Deepest Shame.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.