I wanted so terribly to be good to him.
Ham with mustard is a meal of glory
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.
How can a young man like to wear a beard?
I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.