The color will do. It's a nice min-waffle too.
Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Listening to Lucrezia, you'd learn that her family was a long line of scryers and clairvoyants.
" Blame it on, Caine. It's nobody's fault, but we need somebody to blame." So goes a line in one of my favorite songs.
If you asked him who among the fathers of modern con he most respected, he'd answer with no hesitation, Charles Ponzi.
If and But
Where does loving your inner child end and being puerile begin?
If you've read my work for a while, you know that I'm a prose person. I'll read poetry, but other than a lousy haiku, I don't write it. A while ago, I ran into the poem I am presenting below.
Before I tell you this story, I'd like you to promise not to turn me into the anthropology police.
Mostly I do not take chances with safety while carving, so the gouge took off a hunk of the eyeball on the eagle I was carving rather than a hunk of hand.