she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace
I don't look like who I am.
Downstream is always someone else's up.
The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.
Lies are infinite in number, and the truth so small and singular.
Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.