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We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. —Anais Nin Stella Stella is early again. I picture a manicured red talon hoverin...

A pretty girl is like a melody That haunts you night and day —Irving Berlin Melody I came to Winslow in search of a refuge where I could...

We all want to pursue happiness but neglect opportunities right before us Melody Bride I have this thing for old houses so when Melody a...

Strands of her hair and tendrils of wind spin into nothingness memories of that day... Sandbar Restaurant—Anna Maria Island My own sea...

With Sylvia gone, whose eyes to compare with the morning sun? Not that I did compare, But I do compare Now that she's gone. —Leonard Cohe...

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for he...

There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. ― Leonard Cohen After Sylvia’s death, I retreated from the world. I wanted...

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill... let yourself fall ill. ― Rumi It’s strange at night how reality changes mood—the lack o...

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. ― Margaret Atwood Sylvia’s gone and Marnie, her best friend, is worried about...

There is life and there is death, and the beauty of melancholy between. —Albert Camus I love clouds and water, so, blue is the color of ...