You Like Me, Josie Moraine. You Just

My Art Teacher Had Said That If You Breathed Deeply And Imagined Something, You Could Be There. You Could See It, Feel It. During Our Standoffs With The Nkvd, I Learned To Do That. I Clung To My Rusted Dreams During The Times Of Silence. It Was At Gunpoint That I Fell Into Every Hope And Allowed Myself To Wish From The Deepest Part Of My Heart. Komorov Thought He Was Torturing Us. But We Were Escaping Into A Stillness Within Ourselves. We Found Strength There.

Mrs. Rimas Cried At The Mention Of The Wafer And The Traditional Christmas Blessing. "god Grant That We Are All Together Again Next Year.

Sometimes There Is Such Beauty In Awkwardness. There's Love And Emotion Trying To Express Itself, But At The Time, It Just Ends Up Being Awkward.

But Wasn't There Some Sort Of Rule That Said Parents Had To Be Smarter Than Their Kids? It Didn't Seem Fair.

Willie Said Normal Was Boring And That I Should Be Grateful That I Had A Touch Of Spice. She Said No One Cared About Boring People, And When They Died, They Were Forgotten, Like Something That Slips Behind The Dresser.