And there he strides with his empty cart with such
ease without a shirt which was like a faded floor cloth, hanging on his
shoulder making many a man jealous.
Friday, September 29, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Comfort
Were
there just one reader who loved my thoughts, even though just loved one post,
am I very happy. I don’t care to ever win a Prize, the highest Prize in literature.
And
you got more than one reader.
Didn’t
you say so before?
Friday, September 8, 2017
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