Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.
War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.
these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.
i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.
Reading is an active, imaginative act; it takes work.
I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.