I shook the hand of a lady unknown to me. Her palm was supple and pliant to the touch, her fingers were slender and inviting, drawing me into a comfor...Read more

The break of dawn. The end of peace. The songs of flower-birds herald the quiet pains of a new day. The forgotten regrets of yesterday, mercifully bur...Read more

Words are fleeting. Structured sounds of substance none. Consonants and vowels, Syllables and sentences. Together framed to stir within the hearer a c...Read more