Just now, when I was going out with Sunday’s and Monday’s poetry postcards I found this on the outside of the door and thought it was worth a late-night photo.
I just love dots!
Just now, when I was going out with Sunday’s and Monday’s poetry postcards I found this on the outside of the door and thought it was worth a late-night photo.
I just love dots!
Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head.
