Middlemarch
Well, the printer is on board and the ship has officially begun to move. Books, books, books by midmarch.
Well, the printer is on board and the ship has officially begun to move. Books, books, books by midmarch.
The morning calm, sun dripping over the edge of the roof next door, pearly sunlight between the edges of shingles, butted together like repelling magnets, forced apart by the heat of a thousand mornings like this one. The dog wandered back and forth across the sidewalk, nose to the earth, tail to the sky, searching [...]