Time. What is it, really.
In the time it takes to read this little entry, someone has been born, again, and another is on the way home, again, and the circle of coming and going turns like the spinning wheel, no dust on that bible.
Time.
What is it.
Really.
The Gordons
good that you're back, John.
ReplyDeletecheers from Graulhet
Mon ami! C'est moyen, n'est-ce pas? Great to hear from you.
ReplyDeleteAll the best from Georgia. :)
J.