Book 3 buddies.
Is that really Oogi, or is it Appa?
Another poem I created on Saturday night. I really don’t have much to say other than that it’s a story of redemption through religion.
One of the poems I wrote this weekend. I was in a restaurant and saw this girl who looked really upset, and I felt so bad for her. I wrote a note to her, reading “Without the darkness, there can be no light. In good time, it will be all right.” The rest of the poem was conceived much later, alas—she only got the first part.