As it is, so to speak

Nearly everyone supposes themselves to be good, the exception being, the worst think of themselves as much better than they are and the best think of themselves as much worse than they are. Then there are the correct, which think of themselves as they actually are regardless of how good or bad, but they nearly... Continue Reading →

ramble

Alone in the shade under the old oak tree sitting pretty is a raven perched atop the branch; it caws three times in my direction & fluttering off yonder, no more words to say Suppose it's for the better now; casually examining discarded ebony quill

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