During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Fingers now scented with sage and rosemary, a kneeling gardener is lost in savory memories. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com

During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Fingers now scented with sage and rosemary, a kneeling gardener is lost in savory memories. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Each day should have a clearly marked emergency exit sign. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com