Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Jean PaulBecause the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
Jean PaulJoy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Jean PaulBecause the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
Jean Paul