“I open the door. The gorgeous guest from afar sweeps in. In her hands are her gifts--the gifts of hours and far-seeing moments, the gift of mornings and evenings, the gift of spring and summer, the gift of autumn and… — Abbie Graham Copy Share Image
“On New Year's Eve, I am home to the Future. I wait to hear her ring the doorbell of the world. 1922” — Abbie Graham Copy Share
“I open the door. The gorgeous guest from afar sweeps in. In her hands are her gifts--the gifts of hours and far-seeing moments, the… — Abbie Graham Copy Share
