Where pirates dance

They’ll tell you that the sun never rises on the West side of a tree, but me, I wait each day to see if that is true. There is nothing to remind me of lined faces or of poverty when I bask in my own glory and I do that very well. If I see…

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Mock trials

For the sugar and spice do we not sacrifice? The reservoir is never empty, but too far sometimes to go. I need I need to know I need. It’s mostly Desdemona though woe to him who disturbs her…

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