“ Your lingering presence erodes me. Heartbeat by heartbeat. Cell by aging cell. Washing away any sense of self I ever had.… — S.A. McAuley Enough time Copy Share Image
“ This lake is alive. Kicking. Breathing. Frothing. I envision it's as angry as I am. As resolved to its fate as… — S.A. McAuley Grief Copy Share Image
