The Beginning of It All Amelia lifted her leg and struck the side of Jackson's foot with her boot, having found him exactly where she thought he'd be. The stable whistled with modest sound, as the horses snorted in their sleep despite the daylight, having long grown used to the schedule of their owners. Jackson …
wotd. ii
The Beginning of It All "Enter." As always, the air in the study was damp. She could feel it cling to her, a prickling coolness that settled darkly on her uniform and skin. It was a quiet enclosure, small. There was nothing more than an aged map, its leather curling at its sides, resting upon …
a poem
like a tree upon the waters whose shadow is cast before the reeds the damp sod hardens into cool, red clay beneath its roots and moss, settling upon the wise tree bark as though an armor— I stand with the cattails; amongst the blue grass, the dandelions, the whistling ferns winds meandering past in pursuit …
Robert Frost
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Less Traveled
Hesed
when I lay down to sleep how should I know that I will wake? and yet, I believe so never have I feared that strange darkness the circus of arcane dreams; how jealous I am of my sleeping self, that I should trust the world to be as it was when I left it I …
The-Bleu-Bivouac 