Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?”
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers...
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers...
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out...
I don’t think that there are any limits to how...
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...