When we learn to listen
There is a lyric, somewhere, lost between the altruism of truth and hope. I saw a man today, crepe paper skinned encased in an ancient armchair. Twinkle in his eye, […]
There is a lyric, somewhere, lost between the altruism of truth and hope. I saw a man today, crepe paper skinned encased in an ancient armchair. Twinkle in his eye, […]