Revelation

Fiorella's friend Jeanell has had a change of heart.  It is no longer as important for her to have her name out there so everyone knows who wrote her various opuses as it is that her voice gets out there. After all, a name is merely a convenience, a way of telling people apart, but one's creations are the signature of the soul.

Fiorella Ponders

Part and parcel of being an artist is that appearances are very important.  Fiorella can't walk through a  room without tweaking a pillow and can't walk into the garage without sighing in sorrow.
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Fiorella figures our atoms are recycles, but that there's something more--a spirit, a soul--that lives forever
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Your Fio was born with her skin on inside out, a vulnerability which makes for a very good poet, but a troubled psyche.  She has her ups and downs.
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Fiorella forgives those who trespass against her, but she does not forget.  It's a matter of self-protection.
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The only realities are life, death, and dinner.

Fawn

Fiorella keeps thinking about the dead fawn.  It was so small, so perfect, so peaceful lying there in the tall grass beside the driveway. She wishes it could have leaped up and bounded away, but she checked on it again yesterday and the resident buzzards had pretty well cleaned off the bones.

Life is sacred.  Fio prayed for the baby's soul.