

Why, Hiya, Maja: Mither Awhile
Seems it’s eons I’ve let slip through my fingers turning my head and being swayed by sashaying skirts on the boulevard. Countless...
Been here and there. Just about every which way. And my roving eyes ineluctably fall upon stray bounties of beauty. Compelled to delve into these maelstroms of minerva, I took to pen and paper and plucked at the cogs and wheels humming along in their crafty craniums.