A haunting mignon. My sweet Musette,of darkness. A pale silhouette weepingon cold stones, in heaven’s crypt. Cracked by the frost of blind angels,carved from bones, bleeding in the rainWith haloes. Trapped in a holy tombof profane. My eternal call. Half dead,...

I had a dream last night that I wrote a children's book about my daily hikes in the mountains and all the beautiful animals and nature I encounter there along the way. I mean it was fully illustrated with...