{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}

She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

I brought you something. It’s my sister’s coat. Itgets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.

The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there was no protection from the storm that was always brewing in her mind.

To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent and its beauty is to always be cherished.

For with all that is grand, grander is the expansion of the mind.

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.