In reading BorgesI come across a critique of abstract artas an attempt to express emotion,remove…
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Cold rain needles exposed flesh as a sudden gust of wind deposes my hat from…
Sounds of life fill our housenow that allare under one roof.Babies’ babbles and criesa much…
Babies are nihilists believing all life is pain judgemental about existence.
ISleep soundly little babefor parents need rest too. IIWho knew sleep could be so deadlywith…
David Huzzard Writes 