/is puddle of goo.
*WaFFy sigh* I'm so glad that you dug this out and shared it with us.
Small rodents scurried along the green floor with only the birds to prey on them. They didn’t fear me; they didn’t know what I was. Although, throughout most of my life, neither did I.
Awww! This is such a melancholic statement, but not sad. Clark obviously knows what and who he is now, thanks - in part - to Lois.
BJ
