Eighteen apple seeds

All Rowland could really say then was sorry, like the silly word could soak up all the bombs that pillaged the earth or all the oil spills that ever drown a penguin; that one word that, come to think of it Nick never actually said.

That slither of innocence Rowland caught with his camera in Black Eyed Susan stopped him almost every time he opened the gallery door, that which he at times saw and craved despite his actions. Rowland couldn't even recall having heard it that very Tuesday, but there was something that told Rowland that He was more than he could show and more then anyone. But with all physical equations revised and for the sake of them both Rowland couldn't turn back time, he can't catch up on sleep.

Cremation was a strange way for a young soul to go but what else was there to bury? Honest options but he knew there was a special place in hell for that type of untimely humor.

But by the forces of non-biodegradable plastics may at least the Willow weeper grow well...