“Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones we collect, a story he would say begins with you, with me, a story that is forever lost among the backwaters of our lives, our endless fear of ourselves, and our endless need for hope, a story, perhaps an answer, a word suddenly on wing, the simple sound of a torn heart, or the unmistakable scent of the morning's fading moon.” NeedsHeartStoriesLyingLostStarsSoundSimpleAnswersMorningForeverOur LivesBrokenMoonMessagesMy FriendsStonesLuckWingsEndlessBeachVacationShellsScentTornDaylightBad LuckFadingLost Friend Author:Richard Jackson
