He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – 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
During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
“Always remember,” the storyteller told the wide-eyed children, “once-upon-a-time in a tale also means Now.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Indigo shadows encourage tantalizing gossip in an orchard, while a tall redwood throws poems on the forest floor. The nightlife of trees. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com