The Call — Nesbit and Gibley

Sometimes, I have a thought, or perhaps, a thought has me, and it bores down to bone, runs through the length of marrow. This particular idea, one of truffle rarity, like hearing a lone wolf howl, inappropriately called when I planned to sit and read for lunch. I had a few books of poetry, all […]

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