1.I love the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone
e was something about the way the earth could swallow things whole
is salmon , like the fish first name Susie . I was 14 years old when I was murdered . On December 6 .1973
if you start something you finish it
You don’t stop until you get it right
And if you don’t get it right , you start over again
and you keep on going as long as you have to
That’s the way it is. That’s what you do . It’s perfectly normal
I had but an hour of love
If that be all is given me
An hour of love upon this earth
I would give my love to thee
The moor
e were the lovely bones,that had grown around my absence.
The connection's sometimes tenuous.
Sometimes made at great cost.
But often magnifficent.
That happened after I was gone.
And I began to see things in a way...
that let me hold the world without me in it.
