“He brought me to his Apartment where he has volumes of Poetry he has written, but he has not told a soul, save for myself. Though you shouldn’t tell him that I know, he might run off and never return! He’s strangely reserved, timid almost, he also doesn’t think very highly of his work. . .” -Melanie Sharpe
Salomon holds his bravest face and composes himself before stepping out of his apartment.
The man had. . .
a mysterious magic about him, in the manner of which how he spoke, and captured the imagination. . . I could not allow it to be lost to history!