Guide Now walk the land my son, and pace your path from signpost trees to yonder sunrise. Sail from sandling shores and on, to ways where only winds may tarry. This world encircle twice in steps and t
Ern I did not like cats, for I did not know cats. Then I met this rumbling diesel-powered shadow. All eyes and vibrations, attached to some teeth. He won’t say we’re friends, that would be pushing it.
Plans Tomorrow we’ll see the world, and today we’ll pack our bags. We’ll check the weather, and empty our pockets, for what if it rains? What if it’s cold? I haven’t packed gloves, your boots are all
Comments