Reese closed her eyes. "Thanks again, for saving me." She said to Jay. He nodded, and took her in his arms. "Go to sleep. It's been a wild day." Jay said, kissing her forehead. The image of her falling into the river still fresh in his mind.
" I do not need money. I have need of feelings of words, words chosen wisely of flowers called thoughts, of roses called presences of dreams inhabiting the trees, of songs that make statues dance, of stars that murmur to the ear of lovers. I need poetry this spell which burns the weight of words that arouses emotions and gives new colors." - Alda Merini