As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
Waiting for death at the graveyard, traipsing one of my abstruse moods. I noticed a grayish-hued Cardinal was stalking me, going from one ...
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