I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember
The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
There were stars. They burned my eyes.
Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.
It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.