My father Time is weak and gray With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied hands! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I start the engine and shoot a glance through the tinted window, figuring if anyone is still watching, they can no longer see past my silhouette. Gray seems to have been waiting for a movement like this. He's waving like… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
