The Facts Of History Have Been Too

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

I Am Often Asked Why I Write, And I Don't Know Really--i Just Want To.

Expecting Rain, The Profile Of A Day Wears Its Soul Like A Hat.

And The Way Though Discontinuous, And Intermittent, Sometimes Not Heard Of For Years At A Time, Did, Nonetheless, Move Up, Although, To His Surprise It Was Inside The House, And Always Getting Narrower.

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.