She whittled down her life until the only thing left to remove was herself.
I am the captain of my fate, I am the master of my soul.
I had been worried that I wouldn’t get through the day without cracking, myself.
Here’s a picture of their house as it was then.
She said cryptically, “It used to be wild here. And green.”
In an hour or so a boy dropped us off at the foot of a muddy embankment.
“I can so fit in this basket.”
“My baby buys me things, you know, she buys me diamond rings…”
CHECK FUEL CAP
“A Japanese term (pronounced mo-nah noh ah-WAH-ray) meaning an awareness of the impermanence of all things and a wistful, gentle sadness at their passing.”