If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Some affixes are wildly promiscuous.

I believe we have breaks because we need them. So my suggestion is that you take the break. Eat chocolate.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

If you fall into water, you may still be saved. But if you fall down in literary matters, there is no life left for you.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).