I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both

She Had So Mastered The Strategies Of Camouflage That Her Own History Had Seemed A Series Of Well-placed Mirrors That Kept Her Hidden From Herself.

I Loved My Parents... But That Can Never Change The Fact That My Father's Violence Ruined My Childhood.

Comely Was The Town By The Curving River That They Dismantled In A Year's Time. Beautiful Was Colleton In Her Last Spring As She Flung Azaleas Like A Girl Throwing Rice At A Desperate Wedding. In Dazzling Profusion, Colleton Ripened In A Gauze Of Sweet Gardens And The Town Ached Beneath A Canopy Of Promissory Fragrance.

I Learned That If I Could Read, I Could Cook. I Surprised Myself I Like It.

... Silence (can) Be The Most Eloquent Form Of Lying.