To look into Cear’s eyes was to stare into your own soul.
Once upon a time…
there was child born into the world of dreams. They say she left the womb dreaming and continued to dream for a hundred days and nights after. 2,429 more words
POST-MODERN READING & TRIBES
What do I mean by “post-modern reading”?! How can that be any different from just reading?! It begins with a pattern that will probably be familiar to everyone here today. 865 more words