“It is our choices…that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
I don’t want to feel anything, but I do… and it all comes back to you. ... I refuse to believe that it’s only me feeling.
...I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map