On this platform of peace, we can create a language to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other. - Maya Angelou

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.

The woman who truly intends to live a good life is already living phenomenally since intent is part of the achievement.