Jun 5
2 min read
A Painting That Requires No Brush
As life moves toward dusk, only magic separates man from God.
A fact of life is this: We are no more than a speck of dust in the eons of time. Yet, still, we write our hearts onto pages that will disintegrate like soap.
Some people come into the world, and their life remains long after they are gone. Mine will go with me, save a few…
