Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them