Quodlibet

Legion Work She knits. The same scrap of cherry-red wool, over and over, unwinding her rows and click-click, endlessly reworking her masterp...

Midnight. First of May. Wash your hair in dew and gaze into a mirror (Careful! Don't break it!) There he is. A tall dark handsome strang...

I am enjoying the second half of life privilege of examining the baggage of my life with a critical, if not unsympathetic, eye, and deciding...

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