The Place Was A Familiar As Breath

Either Things Grow And Change Or They Die.

You Can't Stop Time. You Can't Capture Light. You Can Only Turn Your Face Up And Let It Rain Down.

A Moment Was Not A Single Moment At All, But Rather An Infinite Number Of Different Moments, Depending On Who Was Seeing Things And How.

It Wasn't Right. He Knew That, But It Was Like Falling: Once You Started You Couldn't Stop Until Something Stopped You.

Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement.