A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
The hot, moist smell of babies fresh from naps.
There is a need to discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.
There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.