when you think it will never again be green and colors other than white.
And then the renewing miracles of spring, summer, and fall.
“Seasons sew us like a thread.”
–Richard Davies (from one of his songs)
when you think it will never again be green and colors other than white.
And then the renewing miracles of spring, summer, and fall.
“Seasons sew us like a thread.”
–Richard Davies (from one of his songs)