“A Case for Violins” by Frank William Finney
Pulled from the mouth of the mother tongue. These words are all I carry now. They bend. They crack. They disappear. They hide inside the …
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Pulled from the mouth of the mother tongue. These words are all I carry now. They bend. They crack. They disappear. They hide inside the …
No art without startle No belief without a lie No character without an act No business without sin No coffee without a fee No culture …
What Iām saying right now is meaningless – because a word spoken alone is a word spoken in vain. Like a tree falling in an …