There are births to celebrate and deaths to mourn, there are periods of great happiness and times of quiet reflection. There is - in their apparent being alike - all chaos, joy, sorrow, and splendor of being differently alive.
There are births to celebrate and deaths to mourn, there are periods of great happiness and times of quiet reflection. There is - in their apparent being alike - all chaos, joy, sorrow, and splendor of being differently alive.