Avery Stone

I have a different thought every day, every hour, every minute, and every second, Yet my thoughts all return to back to a single thought that my mind could not devour, avoid or translate. I guess, that is what I call my state of mind. - Ivy Winter

Nothing is said to be real unless you could feel, touch and taste it. But stories which have been told to me had neither of those things. An yet, they have been as real to me as those who have stayed at my side through times when I could only lie still. -Ivy Winter