The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.

They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.