Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl.

Even death has a heart.

People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.