Abbie Graham

“I open the door. The gorgeous guest from afar sweeps in. In her hands are her gifts--the gifts of hours and far-seeing moments, the gift of mornings and evenings, the gift of spring and summer, the gift of autumn and winter. She must have searched the heavens for boons so rare.”

“On New Year's Eve, I am home to the Future. I wait to hear her ring the doorbell of the world.1922”