“My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them… — Barbara Newhall Follett Copy Share Image
“My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my… — Barbara Newhall Follett Copy Share Image
“How did one begin an adventure? Almost any road you took would lead there, if only you went on far enough.” — Barbara Newhall Follett Copy Share Image
