It’s a sunny, sunny February day outside. Who cares from which way the favored weather blows?

Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul, leave me my name! – John Proctor, The Curcible, Act V, by Arthur Miller


Posted on by Joshua Dysart Posted in Journal, Writing

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