If, however, I am allowed to think that you and yours feel an interest in my fate and actions, it may be the means—it may put me on my guard—at least, it may be something to live for.

Her black brows, her reddish-tawny hair and the pure red and white of her complexion defied the searching decomposing radiance: she might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light.

Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone... Alone and lonely have the same root.

My heart is open
But you tore my pages out
Like a book you took
Something from

Written By Marsha Sullivan

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