Day 66
When I look to the horizon beyond our compact garden, I imagine I can hear the sound of the bombardments in Ukraine. It might seem fanciful, but I remember my… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
When I look to the horizon beyond our compact garden, I imagine I can hear the sound of the bombardments in Ukraine. It might seem fanciful, but I remember my… Continue Reading
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading