It’s not the falling
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
Daily Archives: April 18, 2016
Waiting for a coup de grace
It’s not incinerated heat or ash but insincerity and ice, when dullness of serrated blades cut closer to a beating heart, than scimitars of death. My fear is not for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 