Arquivo de etiquetas: what did I know  of love’s austere and lonely offices?

Those winter sundays – Robert Hyden

Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.  . I’d wake … Continuar a ler

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