“ It is just my imagination that flies,While she is wrapped up in her bedsheetslike a nest. Kiera Woodhull
“ Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand... Kiera Woodhull
“ If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar. Kiera Woodhull
“ We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can't getback to the way I was. Kiera Woodhull
