The Way reminds us of Flanders: the fields, not songster with Swann (Though they wrote a glorious ditty of blood-cooling, wallowing fun)...

The fleeting encounters delight us, for contemporaneously Are such meetings deep and rewarding, in binding the community For pilgrims and...

Does rudeness know of no limit, no range beyond which it’ll cease? When Jenny opines her coarse feelings, is there no way to seek peace?...