Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Musings

My inspiration,
Your name flows forth through my quill,
Friend, I miss you so.

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