That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.
Graham JoyceThrough the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.
Graham JoyceThere is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.
Graham JoyceThe trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.
Graham JoyceTag: forgiveness
Because two people in love don't make a hive mind. Neither should they want to be a hive mind, to think the same, to know the same. It's about being separate and still loving each other, being distinct from each other. One is the violin string one is the bow.
Graham JoyceTag: love marriage relationships independence
They were an end-of-days couple, not naked in a garden but wrapped in layers in a snow-covered landscape where there were no more apples on the trees and women would no longer have to take the blame because the old lie had been covered over by snow.
Graham JoyceShe couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.
Graham JoyceThe awesome silence of the place crept up on her. The spruce and pines, all still laden with snow, spread their limbs in a frozen ballet, breathing a ghostly incense from dark, arid chapels sheltered by their branches.
Graham JoyceThe blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.
Graham JoyceI LOVE HORSES!' shrieked the Tooth Fairy over his shoulder.
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