“For now the world keeps turning and I keep breathing, in and out, in and out. I breathe in the life that is all around me, in this garden, in this city, in the fields beyond it, in the seas beyond them and the shores on the other side; life that reaches out towards the unreachable, unknowable space that is… — Clare Furniss Copy Share
“They get quieter over the years. They still whisper to you sometimes, but the world gets louder. You can see it and hear it… — Clare Furniss Copy Share Image
