My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.
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Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.
The best of ideas is hurt by uncritical acceptance and thrives on critical examination
Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then…