In the long impending nightthe wind speaks human,a language of prophecy,whispering words I can’t hear,worlds I will never see.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. RF
Poetryis a waryou go to
neverto return.
And now the matchless deed’s achieved, Determined, Dared, and Done. CS
I was born in a small town. JCM
It’s the fault of those physicists and that synchronicity theory, every particle being connected with every other; you can’t fart…