Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.” — T.S. Eliot Rosy is what I call her. For just over a year, I have been living…
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.” — T.S. Eliot Rosy is what I call her. For just over a year, I have been living…
You say I am repeating Something I have said before. I shall say it again. Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go…