The Oyster Psalm
The World is my oyster I shall not want, It maketh me dive deep in the blue green sea, frigid water warm on my skin; It leadeth me through valleys...
The World is my oyster I shall not want, It maketh me dive deep in the blue green sea, frigid water warm on my skin; It leadeth me through valleys...
fragments of sun peeking through shades that dance to the soft tear of the fan-blade, I recollect this: “they won’t get anywhere that way.” restless legs jitter, two tight dust...