And in the end, Harold’s imperfect audio system happened to be the last note in the melody of coincidences that changed my life.
Reklam
Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
I don’t know where prayers go,
or what they do.
Do cats pray, while they sleep
half-asleep in the sun?
Does the opossum pray as it
crosses the street?
The sunflowers? The old black oak
growing older every year?
