So oft, our best face is just a cover for our worst fears. We put on fig leaves to hide our shame. Our scant remedy, dress the body; but the problem – the bleeding wound – is the heart.
August 8, 2010 by Ink
So oft, our best face is just a cover for our worst fears. We put on fig leaves to hide our shame. Our scant remedy, dress the body; but the problem – the bleeding wound – is the heart.