Amelia: Different - a story about the things that make us special
Never had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this world.
Samantha: Chat
Are you there God?
It’s me, Francis.
Barry: I See
I could buy the story that the world is wicked, that mankind is desperate and alone.
Jessica: Alive
The soft breeze that touched me has opened the sky, and sun dappled brightness like honey,
but who has the time for the birds in the trees
and genially watching the bunnies?
Samantha: Envy
Nature feels freer just before the morning,
by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.
Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.