After All These Years, I Feel So

Away From The Bright Motion Of The Party, She Carried Her Sadness Like A Dark Stone Clenched In Her Palm.

A Fear Paul Had Transformed All These Years, Like A Gifted Alchemist, Into Anger And Rebellion.

Short On Money, Long On Hope

She Had Died At Age Twelve, And By Now She Was Nothing But The Memory Of Love-- Nothing, Now, But Bones.

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.