People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right...
Suddenly I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping right?
What are you supposed to be, a clown or something?
...Sometimes.
A building gets torched, all that is left is ashes. I used to think that was true about everything, families, friends, feelings. But now I know, that sometimes if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart.
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
It's more like surfing than skating. I wish the rain would stop, just once.
It can't rain all the time.
.........
Eric?
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