Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-The Wandering Ang.
Mm. I rarely have much to say; this applies especially upon the subject of myself. Besides, someone has to listen to all the chatter.
Hobbies: crafting, welding, reading, writing, painting, horsemanship, etc.
Sex/ Gender: Female