“Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us and let us run with […]
(September 11) All these years now, and it’s over, isn’t it, the hardly sleeping, the dreams that aren’t dreams, and the waking weight of it? Yes, it’s over, long over. […]
Virginia's Poet Laureate sends us a beautiful poem about autumn.