Evie Wanted To Cry. From Fear. From

Or Perhaps It Is Some Combination Of Spirit And Desire, Love And Hope, Some Alchemy That We Each Possess And Can Put To Use, If We First Know Where To Look Without Flinching.

When You Looked Up To The Sky And Cried 'why?' Sometimes The Sky Shrugged, Yet Other Times It Answered With Warm Assurance Of Linked Hands.

No One Can Steal Our Dream.

She Bestowed The Blessing Of A Wild Girl's Lips.

The Hand You Hold The Longest Is Your Own.