The Talking Windowglass
Issa I caught myself staring blankly out the window, “What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered, Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off its crack, Alas! Once more it hummed:”why’re your eyes sad?”…
I caught myself staring blankly out the window, “What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered, Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off its crack, Alas! Once more it hummed:”why’re your eyes sad?”…