Lion Head Mesa what a grand and intoxicating innocence

"one's got tah wonder," gucci's smile were dry, voice smidge too conversational for the silence following a prayer. "what's brought y'all back t' our fold?"

the noble sat, imitating some sort of pomeranian with all his mass of fur and chub, shivering in the chilly air of a spring still holding onto memory of winter.

he did not like akhtar, not enough to give him enthusiasm in this Sunday church meeting of a situation.