[sky]

life is a constant prayer the prayer is its own answer what can you get from the sky other than its ability to accept all of the words that you shout at it?

Words playing tricks on me

I just passed the bookshelves with Dad’s old collection of Rafael Sabatini‘s works. One book startled me with its title: The Nutballs of Corbal. This worried me, so I looked closer, and the title resolved itself into The Nuptials of Corbal. I feel a little better, though a residuum of worry still lingers.