: About Me

If one were to gaze, just glance, upon the hills of Babbit, they may come across a path, a path long trod upon. The road leading to Babbit has been long forgotten, except for the sole herd of cows who were, to say the least, tranquil in the boundaries of their limited thought. It wandered on and on, as if lost from all inhabitance, farther and farther away, deep into the valleys below and it spun, as a top, across those ever green hills, finally breaking into flat surfaces, upon which man had made their etchings into an ever changing fabric of time. From here, it continued, cutting swiftly...