One constant in a world of variables – a man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables. and all the things he takes down with him there, where the easement runs along the back fence. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0share Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
Hearing the sound of your breathing as you sleep,with the dog at your feet, his head restingon a shoe, and the clock’s tickinglike water dripping in a sink – I know that, even if reincarnation were a fact,given the inherent cruelty of the worldwhere beautiful things and peopleare blasted apart all the day long,I would never want to come back, knowingI could never be this lucky twice. Help us to share this great article. Your friends will appreciate it! 0share Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 LinkedIn0 Flipboard Tumblr0 Mix
