Quote for Today: Jill Alexander Essbaum
Dizzy and cold, the stars are wearing veils of grief and weeping as if over me. Under such a sky the only sense I have of myself is senselessness—the indiscriminate …
Dizzy and cold, the stars are wearing veils of grief and weeping as if over me. Under such a sky the only sense I have of myself is senselessness—the indiscriminate …
The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race …
