tjkallaher
Starlight, star bright. I wish I may, I wish I might, have a wish from you tonight.
Out of body, out of mind, the centurion kind.
The pinnacle of comfort somehow always falls short of satisfactory, with leather. However, I'll keep wearing in new pieces to savor.
It's not what's inside. It's not how big it is. It's not the price. It's how it's wrapped, how it opens. How it holds.
Pressed back and straining the wood, the majesty of the tested bow, and steady hand of Robin was more than mesmerizing. "Long live King Richard!" he cried.