
Long hours await in deep questioning. My home unit is still, quiet, and unnerving. The others rest now, awaiting some new change. Outside my window, the dancer are danceless, staring, observing, as my labor begins.
Long hours await in deep questioning. My home unit is still, quiet, and unnerving. The others rest now, awaiting some new change. Outside my window, the dancer are danceless, staring, observing, as my labor begins.
It's a writers world, a world that seeks to explore and entertain
Philosophy and Poetry for the Mountains
Required weekly reading for the modern guardsman
A Global Divergent Literary and Aesthetic Collective
Reading Into Everything.