Storyteller. Dabbler. Me.
Cheese and crackers. Cup of coffee. Sunlight streaming through my windows. No other better way of starting the day.
Cultists change the tune to the annual festival to Morr, perverting it into a jarring, cacophony of noise. As the town reels from the scandal, a town priest proclaims this as a portent of things to come.
Meanwhile, the Garden of Morr stirs..
This is going to be another of those experiments on a new platform.Moving away from clutter into simplicity. Then again, I am beginning to feel (after 3 moves and countless other blog experiments), that clutter is all in the mind.