“The swathe of misfortune is a twisted repellent cloth, one we turn our nose at, as we mutter, no thanks. But is hardship ever warranted? The question—why me, slides off every tongue. Does anyone ask—why should it not be me?… — Nancy-Gail Burns Copy Share Image
“The swathe of misfortune is a twisted repellent cloth, one we turn our nose at, as we mutter, no thanks. But is hardship ever… — Nancy-Gail Burns Copy Share Image
