Mivala

Same was today -- and be it the father bullfrog who sheds the confines of security, so the flocks might easily be fed… a lure of salt and brazed pepper, a lure of wandering bulls who somehow manage desperation at an age when only neediness can resault in desperation… whose only consequence is punishment. And all his meddled frustration, conducts me to a vision, as though I were vulnerable. And sheepish am I in the eyes of the unknowing... What a story they should tell. Ere sweetest of the bunch were none but the youth, whose eyes met those of thee, again, exhausted and judged and all, be it. This was, indeed, a vision in and