“Love and mercy – and not mauling await you there But standing outside the door your suppositions bar you like a bolt. Don’t set fire to this thicket be silent, heart! hold your tongue, for your tongue is a lick of flame.”
“Love and mercy – and not mauling await you there But standing outside the door your suppositions bar you like a bolt. Don’t set fire to this thicket be silent, heart! hold your tongue, for your tongue is a lick of flame.”