Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three. — Li Bai Copy Share Image
“She rode down the sidewalk, turned toward the shadow side of the street and melted into darkness. I didn't know it then, but after that night, I'd see less and less of Dove. She began to dabble with things best… — Craig Davidson Copy Share Image
