“He turned one of his death rays into an ice cream maker, except he said I shouldn’t eat too much of it at once.” I nodded slowly. “Right,” I said. “That’s…sweet, I think.” — Acacia Ackles Copy Share Image
“...I stared at that canvas. It called out my name. I knew I had to have that piece—I had connected with what the maker had said. “Almost perfect, yet still not quite right….. Continuing the struggle, a daily fight”.” — Ursula Denise Walker Copy Share Image
