| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| There was a time when I sought to leave this world and for a while I did,
fleeing the poisonous rune it made of my life...
...but the power of this world has pulled me back in. The evil, the poison with-in shall not
be quickly cured. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Friday, April 13, 2007 |
|
|
|
|
Grandma & The Thimble
Greetings,
When I was a child, I would visit my Grandmother and we would play a game called, "Hide the Thimble". I would close my eyes and she would hide a sewing thimble somewhere in the room. I would search around as she would call out, "Cold, Colder" or "Warm, Warmer". When I would find the thimble I would return it to her for another try.
Grandma has since pasted, however, I have found memories of this game and hope to share the fun with you.
-Ravon
Posted by Ravon @ 8:04 AM
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|