The phone of Emma, where art thou? I had only seen thee once, or thrice, yet I cannot recall. It mustn't be far, nor can it be close, for it may well be a mere dream. I had heard of its locale last with the...
These worn-out boots have walked a million miles. Treads, once crisp and clear, have been eroded smoothed down to nearly nothing. The leather that once glinted in the sun Is dull nicked and scratched,...
