In the wee hours of the night or day, as this bitter rock orbit the burning orb, tales and musings walk through the mind.
This site is an outlet to the creative muse that comes a-visiting.
Thro the World we safely go
by William Blake
Joy and Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
Auguries of Innocence
The prose on this site invites the reader to ponder on the context of the tale or musing. It is written in a style that leaves room for the reader to self-interpret whatever they want from what is evoked in them.
We hope you enjoy mulling on these meanderings.
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