In the hush of a gray and misty mourn, The rain arrives, a world reborn. Droplets fall like nature’s tears,…
My father once told me that all roads lead to Rome. He is like that, full of secrets and…
“When is it supposed to snow?” she asked. “Four o’clock,” he told her. “I thought they said four thirty,” she…
“At a certain age, the world will try to cast off your childhood blanket in the pursuit of reality, but…