Every man casts a shadow not his body only but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will it falls opposite to the sun short at noon long at eve. Did you never see it
Henry David Thoreau
Every man casts a shadow not his body only but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will it falls opposite to the sun short at noon long at eve. Did you never see it
Henry David Thoreau