Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
A. A. Milne
And when my body
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you. The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone … Read more