Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
pleased, as man, with men to dwell
... born that man no more may die, born to raise the sons of earth ...
Words drift past. Mostly unnoticed. Occasionally they knock me out with beauty and truth.
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