From the Book of Life


A time will come in your life when you too will feel like a prisoner. It may be love keeping you boxed in or hate sucking out the air around you. It may be illness clipping your wings, or simply the weight of years … no matter.

Bach cantatas...
unpicking stitches from
the kneeler

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