She Was The Breeze On A Summer's

Children Don’t Require Of Their Parents A Past And They Find Something Faintly Unbelievable, Almost Embarrassing, In Parental Claims To A Prior Existence.

... For Home Is A Magnet That Lures Back Even Its Most Abstracted Children.

I Am Not A Storyteller . . . Not Like The Others. I Only Have One Tale To Tell.

Cassandra Wondered At The Mind's Cruel Ability To Toss Up Flecks Of The Past. Why, As She Neared Her Life's End, Her Grandmother's Head Should Ring With The Voices Of People Long Since Gone. Was It Always This Way? Did Those With Passage Booked On Death's Silent Ship Always Scan The Dock For Faces Of The Long-departed?

A Girl Expecting Rescue Never Learns To Save Herself. Even With The Means, She Will Find Her Courage Wanting.