Our Only Kiss Was Like An Accident-

I Left My Mark On That Man.

People Grow Up By Living.

Then A Little Voice In Him Said, Let Go, Let Go, Let Go

I Watched My Brother And My Father. The Truth Was Very Different From What We Learned In School. The Truth Was The Line Between The Living And The Dead Could Be, It Seemed, Murky And Blurred.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was.