We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

“She's held onto her sobriety better than she held into her husband.”

“Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer…”

“Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if…”

“On the subject of love at first sight, I’m with the Beatles: I believe that it …”