I love the friendly faces of old sorrows; I have no secrets that they do not know. — Karle Wilson Baker Copy Share Image
Some days my thoughts are just cocoons -- all cold, and dull, and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of… — Karle Wilson Baker Copy Share Image
I love the friendly faces of old sorrows; I have no secrets that they do not know. — Karle Wilson Baker Copy Share Image
