Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?
The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
Long week. Long month. Long life.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.