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Cooking the Books?
Cooking the Books? “Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized?” (Abt Vogler: by R. Browning) Perhaps we […]
The Fox
The Fox As one, the fox and I were motionless. Along the cool, sun-dappled path between Tall-colonnaded trees – his tawny fur Glistening with points of golden light, his dark Eyes starred with bright intelligence; sharp-nosed White-toothed, pink tongue a-loll, inquisitive, […]