She Wasn't As Destructive As Bee. She

Maybe There Is More Truth In How You Feel Than In What Actually Happens.

There Was Nothing New In Sitting On This Dock, On This Or That Wooden Bench, Watching For His Boat To Come. In Some Ways, She Was Always Waiting For Him.

The Ocean Was The Best Place, Of Course. That Was What She Loved Most. It Was A Feeling Of Freedom Like No Other, And Yet A Feeling Of Communion With All The Other Places And Creatures The Water Touched.

I Love That Blurry Place Where Life’s Transitions Are Made Without You Even Knowing It.

Sometimes He Felt Sure That The Key To Happiness Was A Poor Memory.