Returning to England makes me understand what the Count felt every morning: I have been feeding, flying and wandering in my proper estate; now I must climb back into a coffin fulled with clay, sand and flints and tug the lid back over to rest in suffocating darkness until I am freed. Oh boo baa bap, here comes the sun.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Returning to England makes me understand what the Count felt every morning: I have been feeding, flying and wandering in my proper estate; now I must climb back into a coffin fulled with clay, sand and flints and tug the … Continue reading