Honorable and Worthy ~ Part IV
Time is like an old garb people wear. It cloaks them and encumbers them. It’s a strange and mystic thing. It’s foolish to think that apart from the rotation of […]
Time is like an old garb people wear. It cloaks them and encumbers them. It’s a strange and mystic thing. It’s foolish to think that apart from the rotation of […]
Encounters of Fate An old man sat on a curb outside of an old, dilapidated post office building on a cold and drizzly day. He was in that part […]