Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

I work only with lost and founds.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.