Life Was Such A Wheel That No

Stories Are Relics, Part Of An Undiscovered Pre-existing World.

I Write In The Mornings, In The Bright Daylight. But I Get Most Of My Good Ideas After The Sun Has Gone Down And The Dark Is On The Land.

What If I Fall?', Tim Cried. Maerlyn Laughed. 'sooner Or Later, We All Do.

Good Books Are For Consideration After, Too.

The Loss Of Memory Isn't Always The Problem; Sometimes--maybe Even Often--it's The Solution.