I’m not asking you to kiss me, nor apologize to me when I think you’re wrong. I won’t ask you to hug me when I need it most. I don’t ask you to tell me how wonderful I am,...

Mourning air whispering over me You were all mine seven months ago I was denied entry Zion Will I see you again? Each day of mine is closing without light Where will I rest my head for my eternity?

Connie was only six when she was discovered gazing at a dead rat by Madame Jenny Taylor Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil Long years of study began...