“ Love is a poison,' her father responded. 'One you grow accustomed to, but does not kill you. ”
Fate always found its mark, one way or another.
~ Janell Rhiannon
She didn't know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she'd ever loved.
Eternity hums with every beating heart, with every up-lifted voice, with the crash of waves, the whirl of wind across the shifting dunes, the cry of sea birds, and the trumpets of heavenly angels.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
