"But once in a while there's a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, 'I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.'" – Richard Bach
Green leaves
by Sje
That tree, that’s the greenest tree I’ve ever seen. I want to peel off my skin and be that green.