For Yes, Even Here, There Is Love Also

In The Dusklight, Led By The Hand Through The Side Door And Into The Warmth Of A Northern Chill

The Bear Man

The Whole Air, Even, Is Clamorous With Microscopic Life

For Yes, Here Too, There Is Love Also

Later That Night, Brushing Her Hair In Her Oval Mirror, She Listens To The Howling Of Wolves In The Mountains Outside Her Bedroom Window Left Ajar

The Sheer Eternity Of It All