Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There

I Let It Go. It's Like Swimming Against The Current. It Exhausts You. After A While, Whoever You Are, You Just Have To Let Go, And The River Brings You Home.

Garden Work Clears The Mind.

And So Nat Stood Up And Joined The Group, And Followed, And Watched, And Awaited His Chance As The Light Of Chaos Lit The Plain And Gods And Demons Marched To War.

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.