Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slide..
We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must..
A freshly knitted comforter of achromatic frozenness coats my domain as I step outside today.A yokelish yuletide greeting.A kind-of, sort-of, frigid f..