Snippet from Ash's Novel "Letters          To              Myself"
		She's 16 years old. She likes slinky, and hates bowling. She knows that my favourite toy is silly puddy, and that I want to move somewhere exotic and become a musician. She likes comedy, and likes to watch t.v. when she can, because it relaxes her. She tries to get me to relax, and let my mind free, and she does a better job than anyone I know. And she knows that. Somehow... I think she knows everything. I think she can read people as if they were books... with their whole lives scribbled on their skin like tattoos. How amazing would that be if someone could do that? I'll bet someday she'll figure out how. If you give her an idea, she'll nail it. It doesn't matter how long it takes her... she just goes for it. It's like... when she starts... she can see the end result. And she just works and works to fill the middle. I think that maybe that's the way life is for her. Like... she had a vision one day of the day that she dies. Where she is and who she's with. So now, she doesn't fear it, because she knows. And she can live happily knowing that she's safe from harm... and that there are millions of opportunities that she can capture. A vision like that could be scary though... imagine seeing tomorrow. What would you do? I know what she'd do... she'd spend it staring at the sky, taking in everything that she's experienced. Taking in everything that she's seen. Wiat... what's that? She's sitting at the window. I think I'll go sit with her. No sense in wasting time now. I have to tell her I love her sometime. I have to make peace. From "Letters to myself"- By Ash ON TO PART 2