London in 1895
~ by Charles A. Coulombe The Knights still ride against the foe, German flappers do the Charleston yet, Sherlock Holmes sees the game’s afoot, And it’s always London in 1895. We are all riding…
~ by Charles A. Coulombe The Knights still ride against the foe, German flappers do the Charleston yet, Sherlock Holmes sees the game’s afoot, And it’s always London in 1895. We are all riding…
Pippin tossed the stone as far as he could, the plunk of its landing lost in the sound of breakers on the shore beyond the harbour. He looked at the tall white ship and wondered…
In the cold, dark lands of Scandinavia, there is no Santa Claus. Dark as these lands are, in the summer they are graced by the midnight sun, and in the winter, grasped by perpetual darkness.…
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