She may have sounded furious, but only because she was doubly susceptible to base emotions back then -and the sharp edges of ‘harmless’ advice, fixing ‘with love’. Something was amiss, so that all seemed inside out. Petty was noble, for … Continue reading
She enjoys it. That there is someone who cannot be poisoned against her. Someone who is beyond the fickleness of human tastes. One whose imagination runs beyond a single, indoctrinated way of life. A supreme being, tried and tested against … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 