In the fog
We were bound together, for mutual good or else for mutual misery, as living nerves in the same body.
It is like I learned a language without ever actually visiting the country. Then I go there. I am so stunned by the land, the people that I forget nearly everything that is crucial to that moment! And I can't speak.
Bless your heart! It is not a bowl of cherries to be a woman in this world.
It is like I learned a language without ever actually visiting the country. Then I go there. I am so stunned by the land, the people that I forget nearly everything that is crucial to that moment! And I can't speak.
Bless your heart! It is not a bowl of cherries to be a woman in this world.