I have a feeling that I have resolved the hard problem of consciousness before.

Well, appearances can be deceptive.

I need to select only the best weaponry and use it well.

The rider in a far more comfortable position than in our last encounter.

Considering depressed dogs.

I didn't quite cry, but almost.

Climb that gate, Crone. Get in.

OK, they were fighter planes.

My anger had felt like it wanted to be creative not purposeless.

Lunatic theory.

The violets are out in the banks and in the woods, in hedges and verges and in my garden.

A while back I told the story of the lady who jumped in the river to save the muntjac deer.

So much for the hawthorn.

Some say it smells of decaying flesh.

Of course, this lanner falcon is not blind. She just has a hood on.

An old man was carrying a heavy bag of groceries up the hill toward my house.

It seems to me that where one decides to start a debate or an argument is critical.

It seems that someone else's root has intertwined with the roots of this tree.

I am Lot's wife.

A multi-sun world. Light from above and below. Mine eyes dazzled.