We are swept along by the onrush of life, and we grasp and grapple, fondle and fiddle, until in a moment of lull when we are most ourselves, we rest weary hands on our brows to wonder where to it … Continue reading
We are swept along by the onrush of life, and we grasp and grapple, fondle and fiddle, until in a moment of lull when we are most ourselves, we rest weary hands on our brows to wonder where to it … Continue reading