Late in the hours of her crest arising Then I will rest my weary frame alone And so each night I dream of home In deep hues painted dark and rich But no light pours twitch my blue curtains Not even that which shines from her face And I know I should take this as … Continue reading Each Night (No Light)
Fred Willard is the man. In a good way. Anyway, you may have noticed thegrotto.tk is taking forever to redirect for some reason. So I advise all zero of you, my valued readers, to change your bookmarks to thegrotto.timidelfdesigns.co.uk which has no such trouble. In other news, I was totally getting excited about the prospect … Continue reading Wha’ Happened?