Numbers of snipes breed every summer in some moory ground on the verge of this parish.
Gilbert White...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...
A Familiar Rain...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...
A Familiar Rain...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...
A Familiar Rain...people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...
A Familiar Rain...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
A Familiar Rain...Myths aren’t fairy tales or legends—they’re an honest attempt to explain mysteries...
A Familiar Rain