The souls of children who come home are like blossoms of the tree of human nature blown over from the earth to us, not to wither, but to go on blooming gaily and gladly.
12 May 2026
The souls of children who come home?
Posted by Luisa Rodrigues Luisa Rodrigues at 13:57
Labels: Conundrums
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