The Mark Of The Procedure. A Real

Through Wind, And Tempest, Storm, And Rain; The Calm Shall Be Buried Inside Of Me; A Warm Stone, Heavy And Dry; The Root, The Source, A Weapon Against Pain

No One Had Ever Told Her This Basic Fact: Not Everyone Got To Be Loved.

Anything, Anything Is Possible, If You Can Just See The Sky.

He's Stuck With Me And I'm Stuck With Him. We're Stuck. That's What Growing Up Is All About, I Guess.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.