winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.