Photo: ScottyBoy900Q at the English-language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons The grass is wet, dawn rinsing the sky pale as linen. Brick walls rise carefully,as if the fort does not wishto disturb the water.Cannons point outward,patient as old...
Something about a competitive man, or woman, let’s just call it a person because there are all sorts of them these days and there always have been, they’ve just been hidden more or less, but anyway, something about this kind of person makes you feel pressed for time,...
