The woods thicken and spread. Vines grow inexorably.
Life teems.
The sun rises without fail. Let not me despair at night, but expect the dawn.
Grant me quiet faith.
(Letter #2,319)
The woods thicken and spread. Vines grow inexorably.
Life teems.
The sun rises without fail. Let not me despair at night, but expect the dawn.
Grant me quiet faith.
(Letter #2,319)