History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.
History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.
All beginnings are delightful and the threshold is the place to pause.
An Epilogue I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And…
Here is the body pent Absent from him I roam Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer…