Showing posts from February, 2015

'From Death's Cold Shadow Fly'

"I wander thro' each charter'd street, / Near where the charter'd Thames does flow / And mark in every face I meet / Marks of weakness, marks of woe." Blake

“The year you were born marks only your entry into the world. Other years where you prove your worth, they are the ones worth celebrating.” ― Jarod Kintz