You can dance in a hurricane . . .
. . . but only if you’re standing in the eye
I was gadding about on my blog this morning, updating pages and rethinking widgetry, and in the process, I was reflecting on what this blog is about (if, indeed, it is really *about* anything at all – I don’t have a themed blog, after all) and I got curious: Are there consistencies Continue reading
She came upon him like a summer wind, full of sharp heat and sudden strength, and, parched in the wake of her undulating might, he was left breathless.
. . . everybody’s got their dues in life to pay . . .