3 Quotes by Jeanne Young

Fright or flight...she whispers...tears stain her collage of emotions...as she soars off into the night.

Voyaging into the unfading, eternal sea of atoms...delving deeply...she journeyed inward to awaken her immortal soul...and found divinity.

Woe is me, she cries out, a time of tribulation hangs over head like a dark cloud...yet through internal contradictions, she is grateful.