He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
Summer CrossingWe imagine always when we speak that it is our own ears, our own mind, that are listening.
In the Shadow of Young Girls in FlowerThe mind is left bereft when it is nothing more than a tool of regurgitation.
Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged GoodIf my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it - then I can achieve it.
The Soul of a Butterfly: Reflections on Life's Journey