Joy in the Creases of his Eyes.

Query is yet another affliction, another addiction. Hence my tense knuckles, and anxious heart. I can only be grateful of the vastness, majesty, and elegance of the world around me.” If I were a man deserving of reward, would I fail so often? Is it perhaps because I fail so often that I am deservingContinue reading “Joy in the Creases of his Eyes.”