The vintner pays a visit to his subterranean storage grounds confounded by the visions playing wistful in his blind mind’s eye. And I, ever the chronicler, of this old man’s collective woes did throw myself into his shoes to follow where he goes. Down, down, down the cobbled stair he slowly did descend ‘Now, now, now,’ I... Continue Reading →
The Fog of Knowing
In strange, silky sine waves of moonlight and milk heaven spills its glow upon the moor. A gentle breeze is calling me so, darling, let’s be still and read the stars, and all the parts to be once more. In part, I sit beside you ever softening my breath going deeper to the source that... Continue Reading →
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