In quiet rooms I can hear the softest sounds---the tick-tock of the clock, my baby sister's breathing while she sleeps. In noisy places I have to listen harder to hear what people say. Sometimes I...
The mermaids
'Twas a Friday morn when we set sail, And we were not far from the land, When the captain spied a lovely mermaid With a comb and a glass in her hand. Probably the oldest of all the legends of the...