Slender silver sliver; little hair of shining grey; age comes to deliver more and more of you each day. You resemble blades of grass that winters frost turns white
One of the weirdest incidents I think I’ve ever dealt with, working for the Royal Dog Warden Association, happened a few years back in a little village near where I live.
1st. I’m going berserk because it’s too hot today. It’s too hot for working and it’s too hot to play. It’s too hot for lovin’ and it’s too hot to dance;
04/06/97 Uncle Kamarind, dearest I have so much to tell you about my experiences living among the Parmarians in Nazgod that it is difficult to know exactly where to begin.
