A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.
I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.
The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment.
I want to be silverly beautiful.