One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think…
by Dev
See the distant rain: Gray on blue, and bit of white. Watercolor sky. D…
Dances With Wolves. I am Wind In His Hair. Do you see that I am your…
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with…
Do not tell fish stories where the people know you; but particularly,…
