When the cool night air is clear that is when I shall be found, Pacing the lanes and byways by the light of the moon. Trusting each step in the gloom to fate and a keen eye, The squelch of muddy puddles underfoot tells of my progress, The soft jingle of the front door keyContinueContinue reading “The Midnight Runner”
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Reworking Joseph 