Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

“You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up wi…”

“People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were …”

“During our last year in the mountains new people came deep into our lives and n…”

“You bitch,' he said. 'You rich bitch. That's poetry. I'm full of poetry now. Ro…”