In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
18th Century Japanese poem
In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
18th Century Japanese poem
I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes,…
For hunger is a sauce, well blended and prepared, for any food.
Half the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not.