“There are voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON It’s” — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
“The Winter Miles The roads of solitude grow whiter, And stones beneath us paler, While the green fades completely — Ahead of us. Grey is the sombre tone we keep, While wandering along the street That becomes our destiny — With each step. Our knees fall… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
