{There is memory in our souls, a memory of what is still yet to be, as though it always stood with us and we only need remember} This piece started out as something entirely different (as in orange-trees-and-creamy-white-sky kind of different) but then suddenly this...
“Come sail with me across the moonlit sea” I live with two little pirates. Two very imaginative little pirates. Two very active, imaginative, dedicated-to-their-craft pirates who occasionally go through an entire day answering only to “Captain...
