viola

Red wine is different from white. Removing the grape skin does all the difference.

His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breathe in the smell of me and how beautiful I look to him, how strong after all that illness, and how he wants to just lightly touch my neck, just there, and how he wants to take me in his arms and-"Oh, God," he says, looking away suddenly. "Viola, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"But I just put my hand to the back of his neck-And he says, "Viola-?"And I pull myself towards him-And I kiss him.And it feels like, finally.

The viola and the clarinet made for an interesting pairing: we had to imagine the accompaniment of other instruments, ideally a violin and a cello.

I__ proud of you, son,_ he said. __ guess it has finally sunk in that it__ important to stand up for yourself in this world.__ocky shook his head. __t__ more important to stand up for someone who can__ stand up for herself,_ he had answered.Rocky Ryan speaking with his father.

My mother says we__e supposed to make mistakes. That__ the way we learn._ Rocky Ryan in Bully At Ambush Corner.

Life is a chain of choices. Making the correct one is never easy.___hat__ for sure,_ agreed Rocky.__ut if we didn__ make difficult choices, right or wrong,_ said Mr. Veraldi, __e wouldn__ learn anything worth knowing." Rocky Ryan and his viola teacher, Mr. Veraldi, in Bully at Ambush Corner.

Often the right path is the one that may be hardest for you to follow. But the hard path is also the one that will make you grow as a human being.

And she says, __hen let__ just take the effing road and get ourselves to Hav

Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house;Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;Hallo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out "Olivia!" O, you should not restBetween the elements of air and earthBut you should pity me

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;And to do that well craves a kind of wit:He must observe their mood on whom he jests,The quality of persons, and the time,And, like the haggard, check at every featherThat comes before his eye. This is a practiseAs full of labour as a wise man's artFor folly that he wisely shows is fit;But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

HELP!__ race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listenin

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

HELP!__ race to the square, crossing it, looking all around, listening out-..It__ empty.Viola__ breathing heavy in my arms .And Haven is empty.I reach the middle of the square.I don__ see nor hear a soul.I spin around again.__ELP!_ I cry.But there__ no one.Haven__ completely empty.There ain__ hope here after all.