
Jun
30
2013
They are the waters of March, closing the summer…
I hear the song as a wistful reminiscence of beautiful ways and a mournful expectation of the winter to come. Continue reading
I hear the song as a wistful reminiscence of beautiful ways and a mournful expectation of the winter to come. Continue reading
Sitting in those pews transports me back through my memories and even further back into the memories of so many centuries past. Continue reading