And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Downtown, Washington D.C.
Amelia Earhart to George Putnam, 1931.
"a sad little letter, brutal in its frankness, but beautiful in its honesty"
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
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