"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and it's first chapter is New Year's Day. – Edith Lovejoy Pierce As I opened the book,... Continue Reading →
When I opened the door it squeaked, creaking open ever so eerily It needed oil, but that wasn't my job The floors needed sweeping, but that also wasn't my job I looked around the dimly lit room There wasn't much... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 