And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.