assorted short stories
The Blue Bird Flower April 26, ---- Wetowannabee, Ny. My Dear Mrs. Ainsworth: It is now 3 A.M. I am wide awake and have been pacing the floor looking for that elusive balm, that obscure elixir, that gentle invisible mixture that brings the sweet invigorating sleep, the wondrous, inscrutable, sleep!... Sign in to see full entry.