What Year Is It In Your Imagination?

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

He's Picked Clean! Eaten By Cats!

You'll Never Call Him Fifi Again.

Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places. -roberta Rohbeson