An Owl should Grin.

We masons, restless with bricks baked in the oven of Irony... We would make a shed for tools, a barkless roof to boot. Come the rat from it's golden mountain castle of Hay, The dark firmament, a soothing black shadow 'o talon... An Owl should Grin.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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