Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d...
In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace, or at least not yet openly at war, a...
no one leaves home unlesshome is the mouth of a sharkyou only run for the borderwhen you see the...
