Keep what you hold in your heart safe and strong.

In spite of myself, I gave a snort. "Just once, I'd like to hear a simple, straightforward prophecy.

Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.

True love comes when it will, not when it's called.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

There is a tale...It tells of the days when a blight hung over our land. Nothing prospered. Nothing flourished. Not even zucchini would grow.

For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived