I want to be writing this from the future, a moss-soft place where peace has already come, where tyrants have crumbled into compost and children play along the promenade where the tanks rolled out unceremoniously to celebrate a would be king.
Whoa. To be read again..and again!
Your eloquence is extraordinary. Thank you.
Whoa. To be read again..and again!
Your eloquence is extraordinary. Thank you.