We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories