From treetop to treetop I flew…

I kept circling overhead and trying to divert her to turn her around but she was too lost in her own thoughts.

The view from the front porch at the new house was cornfields as far as her eyes could see.

Never again would she eat a hotdog and cotton candy.

You see, I take what my body needs.

Kay knew the feathers were from this world, from me…

A best friend will listen to what you believe to be true.

The process is slow.