I'm looking for a lost starIt fell from my necklaceThe chain snapped and clink!It bounced and rolled away.With my hands in my pocketsI walk along rive..
Pillars of ashen smoke rose behind steep green hills. The faint crashes of falling walls and ceilings could be heard. Down one hill, dots of people an..
In Greek, the word for History is Historia, which means "inquiry, or knowledge acquired by investigation". Now to me, that sounds like the perfect def..