I Think Of Grace And Feel A

Live Free Or Die. Four Words. Thirteen Letters. Ridges, Bumps, Swirls Under My Fingertips. Another Story. We Cling Tightly To It, And Our Belief Turns It To Truth.

Are You Sure You Can't Dematerialize? Not Even A Little?" "i'm Sure.

It's Amazing How Close I Have Been, All This Time, To My Old Life. And Yet The Distance That Divides Me From It Is Vast.

The Salt Blowing Off The Sea Makes The Air Feel Textured And Heavy.

That’s What Made It So Frightening To The Lawmakers: Love Obeys No Laws Other Than Its Own.