Admittedly there's a sublime lyrical beauty to leaden skies and inclement weather that forces one inside-- inside to dream dreams, wrestle with the demons of their souls, and find time for quiet introspection. Frankly, after a day or two of that I'd go bonkers.
Admittedly there's a sublime lyrical beauty to leaden skies and inclement weather that forces one inside-- inside to dream dreams, wrestle with the demons of their souls, and find time for quiet introspection. Frankly, after a day or two of that I'd go bonkers.
ReplyDeleteWe are only bonkers North by Northwest. When the wind is southerly we know a hawk from a chainsaw.
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