Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at
times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you
could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around
it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of
not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the
wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time
will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want
to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don't want to
believe it but, there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.

~Sally Owens : [ Sally's letter to Gillian ] Practical Magic