The story in the beginning
is always hard…
Then you cannot escape it.
It coils around you deeper and deeper
and burns with words
Unwritten.
……………………………………………………
I met him one shiny wintry day
My heart was as confused as the weather….
Art by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé (1877 – 1932).
I’ve been enjoying where your mind goes. Thanx and keep on, friend. G.R
Thank you very much! 🙂