Ross, pt. II

The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →

Ross

Under the rays of the velvety, pink and golden sky, a hush settled over the little part of the world where the children often played. A particular quiet, however, was apparent in the air of the Demey's greenhouse, where Ross often sat to think. The stillness of it all was not like the stifling atmosphere... Continue Reading →

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T. Shaw

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"God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December" - J.M. Barrie