A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . . |
I can scarcely wait till tomorrow when a new life begins for me, as it does each day, as it does each way. |
Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race. |
Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race. |