The playroom walls reverberate…
Category: Meg
The centre of life’s vortex is a place…
We carry, each, our house upon our back…
I hate my nice new clothes…
It really is a blessing – though of course it is a sin…
The Palace of Versailles is beautiful…
The greatest and the wisest men who lived…
Lonely’s the house when you are gone…
You grieve that life should be unjust…
When we are launched at birth, like little boats…