“Her eyelids drooped low. He could resist no longer. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her softly at… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
“You may be decay and a platitude Of flesh, but I have no other such memory of life.” — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“No matter how invisible I feel, I will always be wrapped in the memory of life as a captive. —Quebrado” — Margarita Engle Copy Share Image
