For I am a peddler of words lost in space and time filling in gaps of insignificance to outright the inconceivable.
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. ~Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842
Monday, August 12, 2013
Egyptian Doll
"I am the Nile. I will have sons. Isis has told me." ― Cleopatra
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