Mr. Augustine's Weeping Willow Was Heavily Charged With Salicylic Acid
Just the knowledge you have seen a weeping willow in the last 24 hours can be inspiring.
A creature of habit and old haunts. Transpiring wise wonders of mythological findings, eclipsing all reason within his own deception. Imposed by the sorrow and dismay of the weeping willow, his foresight distorted, refusing to believe anything past 1929. Born in a world foreign to his ideologies, his struggle to maintain the belief and the acceptance of determinism hung over him like clouds of old earl grey. Mondays would always remain redundant. Surely if there was a god, he wouldn’t have just rested on the Sunday. Notoriety was never too far adrift, the ability to walk in peace became an unsavory routine. They would always stare. Piercing eyes lay siege to his noble circumference, offering little mercy.
Sam Dantone
If anyone could write a one page book…
with only one illustration, of course,
it is you.
Your writings and illustrations speak novels in the most minimal way.
Sam Dantone
DavidBaddeley replied
Thank you so much Sam, means a lot. I’m glad you like it
SusanSanford
I would second that. You might check into blurb.com, which has software to download for books – Then you could make a little book which would be available on demand online.
DavidBaddeley replied
I shall have a look, thanks Susan