A Walker’s Christmas in Wales
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horse walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. Dylan [...]
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horse walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. Dylan [...]
You are what you read because what you read changes your mind. Maybe not all at once and maybe not in ways you see clearly without the benefit of time. And then sometimes, yes, all [...]