Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts..

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'..

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while..

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly..

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?.