The sun was shinning brilliantly. The birds were twittering and the pond was placid and serene. Billy B. had walked campus this morning and had not seen a soul. He had felt, lonely. During his stroll, Billy Bump had not observed anything frightening, but rather an insidious beauty and preparedness for the serious job of […]
The Happy Traveler 
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