And driven in gargantuan grimaces derived from annually flowering trees.

Selling a book which you don’t need to buy. Seemingly fresh but absolutely surprising because it contains old well-preserved relics.

Beauty emitted beyond all songbirds, love birds and giggling gangsters.

We home in on homeliness and the wild open, unexplored spaces between small corners.

Leave the gargling to the bubbling brooks.

A stream aiming to become a river soon.