“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road.… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“But, I believe," I continue, "I know what true love is - or what it should be." "What should it be?" Tristan… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
It should begin with friendship, I think. Suddenly I cannot look at him. It should begin with friendship and truly knowing who… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“Nate liked Death. Death was in the clothes that he wore and the music he listened to. He would wrap himself in a black… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things? — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids,… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light grows smaller… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“There is a look in his eye, a heavy look that makes him seem older, as though in one night he has lived one… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
