Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The

And Then I Saw The Way He Looked At Her... Like He Was A Blind Man, Seeing The Sun For The Very First Time.

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

Surely It Was A Good Way To Die, In The Place Of Someone Else, Someone I Loved.

He Put His Cold Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Fixed His Golden Eyes On Mine. "would You Please Tell Me What You're Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

Thank You, Wanda. My Sister. I Will Never Forget You. Be Happy, Mel. Enjoy It All. Appreciate It For Me.