Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories