I Hear Seven Cities Natives Grow Fruit

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.

For We Are All Bound In Stories, And As The Years Pile Up They Turn To Stone, Layer Upon Layer, Building Our Lives.

All That We Were Has Led Us To Where We Are, But Tells Us Little Of Where We’re Going. Memories Are A Weight You Can Never Shrug Off.

Shadow Is Ever Besieged, For That Is Its Nature. Whilst Darkness Devours, And Light Steals. And So One Sees Shadow Ever Retreat To Hidden Places, Only To Return In The Wake Of The War Between Dark And Light.

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.