Still, my friends were golden threads randomly appearing in the monotonous fabric of my days.Elisabeth Tova Bailey – The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
The visits were like dreams from which I awoke once more alone.Elisabeth Tova Bailey – The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
This quote reminded me of my poem Unknown. Just thought I’d share.
~ Not all those who wander are lost ~ J.R.R Tolkien