


SIS
...As I go slowly, across these lovely hills and valleys to where we walked, these many years past. Her her face and voice will be with me...

MY NAME IS AUGUST
We are twelve. Together we make the year,but why, among us all, do I seem to be held least dear?

SPELLING LIFE
To speak the words that will take others to where they have never been...

AUTHOR NOTES
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