6/21/17
Last night I dreamed I was walking through the graveyards of heaven.
[I couldn’t read the names on the stones.]
But I did rubbings all the same.
Category: Shorties
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A Thought for a >2,000 Word Day
Wrighting plays comes more naturally to me than writing prose, but then again so does fighting. “Natural” ain’t necessarily better. Sometimes sitting silent really is more powerful.
The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfills himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Idyll’s of the King