**I dip my quill in the ink and swirl my letters across the page. I write a bit about the past few days and what has kept me occupied. I write about my recent outings, the time I have spent… Continue reading
**I sit and write in my daily journal when I hear a knock at my door. Uncertain as to who it is, I leave my quill beside my bundle of parchment and answer the door, a shade of dark mahogany,… Continue reading