One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colorless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories