Day 3

The past: t’was present, as the present: t’was pushed passed. The world: t’was floating ‘midst the passing future.

A Trailer For A New Novella…

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…

Mock SATs.

山は安いです.

A water flower.

Crocodiles hold union on the marsh.

Upon the breeze, life’s sounds did sail; the people pottered past.

Mapped o’er.

As with those others, I’ll not help you.

Evening wander…

Unpetalled, blank papyrus.

Brick bears beams bear rooftiles.

The stained-glass panes, that stretched to reach the heavens, shone.

Sunfire shines glist’ning through the scriptured glass to light the southern rose ‘n Yorkshire’s heart!

Bucolic ruins; gardens sloped – onward, t’ward streets cobbled!