The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.
Tag: waiting
Of Hope and Waiting
Francis Bacon once said hope was a good breakfast but a bad supper. I, for one, am glad that I should still be eating. mjg/11