He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
I looked good when I sang the end.
..and me holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands
There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
You made this?' Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then.
This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.