after a strange dream about misplaced ambition and the road not taken, the book not written, the company not sought, I went out on the damp grass to meet this visitor, surely one of last year’s fawns.
after a strange dream about misplaced ambition and the road not taken, the book not written, the company not sought, I went out on the damp grass to meet this visitor, surely one of last year’s fawns.