I do not rush into a corner & try to weep myself to death;
I turn to that Sun which is the centre of my love, and dry my bedraggled wings in its rays.
Evelyn Atholl Moir BA ’81
I do not rush into a corner & try to weep myself to death;
I turn to that Sun which is the centre of my love, and dry my bedraggled wings in its rays.
Evelyn Atholl Moir BA ’81