You can judge me all you want, but it’s just ridiculous coz we’re both part of the same universe. Let’s just ride the horses into the meadow and let them roll in the delightful grass.

… ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane …(from gleaning granules)

Meadow’s Waltz…the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began…

Aren’t they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me, ANYWAY?””Yes,” he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet with him. “and I’m worried that if you get into the habit of...

It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel...