Luna plays dress-up (part 1) · 3:02am Dec 3rd, 2012
Amid a field of short green grass, betwixt a fence of tall grey oaks, sat one small modest home. One of red brick and brown timber, worn by weather and weathered by wear. One faithful and longstanding residence to one longstanding and faithful resident.
Pensive pen strokes pressed against pale parchment. The prose, prosaic. The purpose, profound.