Member-only story
You cannot enrich
the properties of grace
with misspent longing;
the literati love the life of
an inconceivable emptiness —
and so do you. Southern
sunset, we bundle the harvest
on our backs. Where there
is life, there is faith.
Member-only story
You cannot enrich
the properties of grace
with misspent longing;
the literati love the life of
an inconceivable emptiness —
and so do you. Southern
sunset, we bundle the harvest
on our backs. Where there
is life, there is faith.
