“A Little Trouble About Those White Corpuscles”

Sitting lifeless in an armchair, my limbs limp, dejected. The days when I realized where I had gotten to. Where I had come from. I had a brush with a magnificent soul, and only now was I able to see the brightness it offered. Of course, after what I myself had offered to connection at … Continue reading “A Little Trouble About Those White Corpuscles”