There is no escape if love is not there
What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree.
She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.
the demons that make a person afraid are the hardest to cast out.
From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.
Tis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.