There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man.
The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories