“Two Songs For The World's End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone dances in the spying day. I gave her nerves to feel her pain, I put her… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
“To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound of sorrow from which to distinguish the sound of joy.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
