TW Collins:
By now...
TW Collins:
impenetrable
TW Collins:
the soul cages
TW Collins:
pausing on the pratt truss while waiting for the 5:15 when the sun hid behind unexpected clouds making the signal glow even redder as if "stop" just wasn't enough
TW Collins:
The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
TW Collins:
the door still closed, the sun still rose and the light, still bright, slowly turned itself inside-out
TW Collins:
Lost in time...
TW Collins:
Wisdom
TW Collins:
She never stops to speak unless she's spoken to