The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are

The Certainty That She Would Find What It Was She Sought Just Slipped Away, Until One Night She Knew There Was Nothing, No One Waiting For Her. That No Matter How Far She Walked, How Carefully She Searched, How Much She Wanted To Find The Person She Was Looking For, She Was Alone" - The Forgotten Garden

Those Who Live In Memories Are Never Really Dead." The House At Riverton

There's A Market For Mysteries For Adults. That Feeling Of Opening A Book And Delving Inside And Not Coming Out Until You've Closed The Book.

Had Any Poet Adequately Described The Wretched Ugliness Of A Loved One Turned Inside Out With Grief?

She Did As She Felt, And She Felt A Great Deal.