The Gray By Joules August 3, 2011. She floated through like a feather plucked from thick plumage of billowy birds. As the wind lifted, dropped, and caught her in webs, she was left with only her words. Then the storms broke her free from sticky clutches of spidery threads of glue. Her words created and cleared a path to allow the light and wispy filament of flight to fleet through. The light led her to lend her love to local delights of leisurely delicacies that struck her chords in tune. By the hands of time and the fingers of charm … Continue reading The Gray