Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
It’s Monday morning, and Troy Cyphers is running across a lawn flapping his arms and pretending to be a turkey. If the enormous white building behind him were still a hospital, he might be committed. But the building with three porches, two balconies and a commanding view from the hilltop over the Lagoon to…