So Are You Going To Be My

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

Then I Think Of The Dark, And The Lights, And The Roaring, And Juliet, And Before I Can Think Of Anything Else, I Fight The Final Few Steps To The Door And Step Out Into The Cold, Where The Rain Is Still Coming Down Like Shards Of Moonlight, Or Like Steel.

There Are Some Losses We Never Get Over.

Hunky Heroes, Rescuing Distressed Women, Captive Princesses, And Girls Without Wheels Since 1684. P. 450

Maybe Before You Die, It's Your Ghosts You See.