Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell.

“If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?”

“They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether…”

“The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of th…”

“Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your p…”