She Is Well Practiced In The Art

Writing Means Not Just Staring Ugliness In The Face, But Finding A Way To Embrace It.

Maybe Forgiveness Is Just The Continual Pushing Aside Of Bitter Memories, Until Time Dulls The Hurt And Anger, And The Wrong Is Forgotten.

Everyone Has To Blame Something For The Way The World Is.

Nothing Else Is All Right.” His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. “but We Are.

Christina,'i Say,'the Factionless Have All The Guns.