If you were French in the latter sixteenth century lucky enough to have time to pass…
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,With the masts went by the board;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,Ho! ho! the breakers roared! – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Wreck of the Hesperus” Latest posts Forthcoming
For want of a nail the shoe was lost…
It usually begins something like this…
Imagine that you’ve established a routine…
