I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.
HE MADE THIS SCREEN not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry here, a fig-tree there, a face there, a dragon circling space designating here, a bower there, a pointed passion-flower.
Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories