Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Friday, January 27, 2012
How beautiful are ancient guides, so keenly aware, for instance, of the barely perceptible susurration of a cortege of ants, so well versed in the viridescent languages (such as the whisper of grasses), so surprisingly replete of cosmopolitan abilities.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
When asked a question, one as evocative as the type often asked by small demons, i recalled the splendor of the violet shade you once stepped into.