“Bright sunny days weren’t meant for little Georgie. All she could do was wait. Wait until the sweet, pleasant petrichor struck her mind...

Once came a lady oh so lovely in a casket. They polished her and dolled her up for the evening’s long affair. Many came, a few cried, and...

So fall into heathensphere But how low to? How low to? The earth spinning, is the earth spinning. Tides changing, are the tides changing....