burn, baby burn
Nothing is quite as effective as fire
Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.
Nothing is quite as effective as fire

Looking for special things inside

once more into the silly breach
Story by Margaret Harris Illustrations by Greg Stump

Some things you let float by Others, you hope to catch and hold on to
A little bird through the window
“Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry, kiss, or dream?” I smiled and said,
“Because the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt only by the heart.”

Move along.