“The night-sigh comes and funeral march of years repeat, and ebb away. And in a golden glass I see the dream-wished day appear - and wait.” — Joy Hester Copy Share Image
Somehow, one never really runs away, or I never have, and I find that the faster I go the more catches up with me...… — Joy Hester Copy Share Image
I am quite reactionary about Aussies travelling. Why, we've only been here a hundred years. What can be added by going before we are… — Joy Hester Copy Share Image
“The night-sigh comes and funeral march of years repeat, and ebb away. And in a golden glass I see the dream-wished day appear -… — Joy Hester Copy Share Image
