Postscript: H - Bring warm clothes and a cat

“The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world …”

“Hattie.' Grace patted my arm. 'My cows sing better than you do.”

“Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vine…”

“no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt unde…”