A perfect season, a time to heal

Some of your hurts you have cured/And the sharpest you still have survived/But what torments of grief you endured/From the evil which never arrived. Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is aContinue reading “A perfect season, a time to heal”