Reality at its best...love it. I like to feel a kick in the teeth once in awhile...bite hard when it hits you. There are lies, so soothing, and we are so gullible. Charlotte Bronte is an author whose truth is ours to construe.
ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced With lofty walls around: 'Twas Gilbert's gardenthere, to-night Awhile he walked alone; And, tired with sedentary toil,