As I travel down the road, I glance back from time to time. Following me, the faint whispers of what I left behind. After all, it’s easier to read a book than write one. I pause to offer a gesture of ...
Even the harshest of storms. The king may be a fool. He may cut down the trees, Harm the soil, Make the conditions so insurmountable, it seems none can persevere. Be the blossom that blooms despite ...