[WARNING: This story is very silly and contains overly emotional waterfowl. It also need editing, stat.] It was a dark and stormy night, two figures stood in the misting rain, gazing lovingly into each others eyes. They stood in silence, lost in contemplation and growing ever more besotted with one another. Finally one spoke. “I…

“Do not go gentle into that good night,” It’s nearing dusk and the last shards of amber light wrap around the building protectively. The tinted rays transform the peeling paint and rusty fence into a time-worn photograph. Only the swaying of the ancient dogwood’s leaves break the stillness.Everyone has their own gift. That is what…