She began with sand and ended with it too, though she was certain both were clouds simply roughened by rain and false expectations. In the meat of it ..
I was inspired to write my own eulogy. I quite like the result, though I feel as though it makes me sound like a narcissistic arse. The piece changed ..
In used books you might find(she found it on a birthday so many years ago)an occasional note(but it was a)message(she remembers it to this day)written..
I want to live in a morning lily world where the past is always washed away by a blanket of dewand I my body can sing a naked melodyto the tree-top he..