“it’s a moment’s shame to ask. it’s a lifetime’s shame not to ask.”
People are all puzzles to be figured out.
.... she didn’t realize—now that’s a lot of love.
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