Mind the Myrtle
I stretched out to absorb the first few rays of the early morning sun. The heat that arrived with the dawn chased away the chill from the night before. It is the beginning of early fall, harvest time is fast approaching. We must get organized if we are ever going to make a stand for our rights. We can not give another life to further empower the evil beings that tend to us. I called for a meeting that day in order to plan our attack against these heartless captors we face. As the glory of the...