I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of
History must stay open, it is all humanity.
Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.