Spirituality Quote by Elisabeth Gifford
““I still hadn’t understood; how there’s a certain smell to a dispossessed soul, acrid, bitter as smoke, the irrefutable odour of an angry refugee, banging on the doors of strangers,””
““I still hadn’t understood; how there’s a certain smell to a dispossessed soul, acrid, bitter as smoke, the irrefutable odour of an angry refugee, banging on the doors of strangers,””
