If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us

The White Horse And The Black One Wheeled Like Lovers At A Harvest Dance, The Riders Throwing Steel In Place Of Kisses.

Some Truths Did Not Bear Saying, And Some Lies Were Necessary.

A Woman's Life Is Nine Parts Mess To One Part Magic, You'll Learn That Soon Enough...and The Parts That Look Like Magic Turn Out To Be The Messiest Of All.

It Had Been More Of A Wish, Actually, But It Sounded Better To Call It A Dream.

It Seemed Cruel For A Day To Dawn So Fair And End So Foul As This One Promised To.