The very definition of a Work in Progress...

"I will love you until the stars go out. Then I will show you where they got the idea of love from in the first place," said The Sun to The Sparrow.
"There are more birds in the sky, you see, but none so perfect as you are for me."  And he would know, The Sun, for his rays alight upon all that orbit this sphere, and next to The Sparrow, not a one comes near.
With a great puffing of his cheeks, The Sun exhaled, casting The Sparrow out upon a great solar current, away from him, but with a course plotted to sweep her up and bring her back to him, should she so choose. Its design so many levels above math and science as to be considered magic, folding time to grant The Sparrow's return at her whim, no matter the cost to The Sun himself. And the cost could never be anything but great, as all love stories are tragedies at heart. But The Sun would freeze his heart and take the world with him, if that was how long it took for The Sparrow to return to his warm embrace. 

Little books.

A few months ago,

The Sun and the Sparrow parted ways.

And when I remembered we had this blog, it stung me.

Still, I can't bring myself to take it down.

We had a beautiful life together, and that life will forever be preserved in our hearts.

So, thank you.

Thank you for reading our short and sporadic posts.

And thank you for your support in us.

Individually, and together.