I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
Here, at a crossroad I stand to be so delivered Here, at a crossroad There are no cars, no bikes, no boats I must pick myself up and work On choices I inherited Here at this crossroad. by ninotaziz. all rights reserved. For dVerse - thank you Tony for the rondelet. This was too difficult to do in french!