Of Coffee Clouds & Fire
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
Letters give, snakes take.
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Roadtrip anyone?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Musie, See you in Art Class next week. Remember, Cash Only, please… Or, on second thought, maybe something more valuable such as ink, paint, or coffee…
Musie, Stop it! Thank you, but stop it, please. That’s more than enough reading for me.
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.