The Emperor, the Practitioner and I – Chapter 1
I was at home when he died. It was one of those dank March afternoons, with no sign of spring, and darkness peering in through the window too soon. The… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I was at home when he died. It was one of those dank March afternoons, with no sign of spring, and darkness peering in through the window too soon. The… Continue Reading