"Gold and rose, the colors of a dream I had Not too long ago Misty blue and lilac too, never to grow old. There you were under a tree of song Sleeping so peacefully. In your hand, a flower played Awaiting there for me."
-J.H.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
