rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
I stop working at about 3 p.m. on Fridays.
Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
First of all, it does not deter crime, the death penalty.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
In my forties, my optimism was boundless. I had really good health and tremendous success which allowed me to do anything I wanted.