A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.