Time is a keyhole…. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do–the wind that blows through the keyhole–is the breath of all the living universe.
Time is a keyhole…. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And
Time is a keyhole…. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do–the wind that blows through the keyhole–is the breath of all the living universe.
