The Wounded Recognized The Wounded.

Whatever You Remember, Or Feel, You Need To Know That Whatever They Were They Did One Worthwhile Thing In Their Miserable Lives. And That Was You. Whatever They Were, They Couldn't Destroy That. They Couldn't Stop You From Becoming.

Sometimes It’s All You Can Do,” He Murmured. “fight Back; Run Wild, Until You Get It All Out.” “sometimes There Is Nothing To Fight And Nowhere To Run.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.

Love Birds Don't Always Sing Pretty Tunes.

((doc Is Getting Ready To Do A Pap-smear On Reece)) "looks Healthy," Doc Commented. "good, Because It Hasn't Been Getting Any Exercise In Quite A While." When She Heard Willow Smother A Laugh, Reece Just Closed Her Eyes. She Had To Remember Some Old Saying About Being Careful Of Thoughts. They Become Words.