My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616), Hamlet, 1600
This is a one sentence story I submitted. Story archives – story #1623
They lay together buy the cool placid pool Water splashing there toned bodys As the fountains spew fourth mysts of slippery drops They gaze in eachothers I’s…