Sal, I. It is of a just character, to not burden oneself, nor others with pungent anger. Of such a thing, one must not allow it to be seeded; a rampant rake. Do not busy oneself – treat the soil as the figs foretold the Romans. Now to concern ourselves for […]
John Francis Tracey
Nimbus, I. Oh, how I have shied from my thoughts thus far, taunted. Reminded by my eyes each time they fall upon a cloud; How fast they flit and sweep, dragging deeply, yet I hold no esteem in grasping them. John Francis Tracey Pluvia, I. The dried […]