I looked back for the last time, on the best of times, standing naked, bare and vulnerable like trees in Autumn. Rain on the River, by George Bellows (USA) 1908
Our vulnerability is huge. Very tender .
The road to hell is paved with good intentions .
We can look back .
We can write .
Our vulnerability is huge. Very tender .
The road to hell is paved with good intentions .
We can look back .
We can write .