Writing a story allows us to play with our imaginary friends when we are adults. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The scent of rain, as an ancient redwood tree points to the first evening star. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Writing a story allows us to play with our imaginary friends when we are adults. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The scent of rain, as an ancient redwood tree points to the first evening star. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The man was on his knees, trying to retrieve each of his ugly words that were now scattered on the floor. But, of course, it was too late. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com