"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Thursday, February 11, 2016
It's been forever since my muse took a vacation and hasn't returned :-/
But, soon, very soon
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