“I lower my head into my hands and sob. Oh, but how wretched are we, the unloved. We wither like forgotten plants in the shadow, always yearning, always hungry--stretching our arms forever towards a light that is always moving farther… — Lioness DeWinter Copy Share Image
“I lower my head into my hands and sob. Oh, but how wretched are we, the unloved. We wither like forgotten plants in the… — Lioness DeWinter Copy Share
