My Business Is Circumference.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them!

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

... I Have No Letter From The Dead, Yet Daily Love Them More.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane