It was a few years ago that we were properly introduced to the Puritans. Before that, I just thought they ate turkey and wore capotains and were a grumpy, adventurous sort. Thank you, American public schools, for granting us the yearly joy of choosing between wearing paper feathers or paper collars and getting to sit…
The Corridors of History
Any inhaler of literature lives with thousands of stories floating conveniently around in their grey matter, much like sailboats on the open sea. Bobbing here and there, our neurons flash around from Europe to Asia, from 750 BC to 1665 AD, from kings to servants, to whatever happens to catch the glint of the sun. …
The Mountains
Ridge after ridge spill out across my sight, eventually drowning out into hazy lavender oblivion. The closest peaks, coated in the fluffy green frosting of a tropical forest, occasionally melt their facade to reveal inhospitable rock faces shooting angry daggers at their curious onlookers. High summits stabbing the thin mountain air modestly hide their beauty…
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