“If we can’t be open, Maureen thought, if we can’t accept what we don’t know, there really is no hope.”
from The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce
Finished this book yesterday. Starting it over again today.
“If we can’t be open, Maureen thought, if we can’t accept what we don’t know, there really is no hope.”
from The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce
Finished this book yesterday. Starting it over again today.
Author of "Rainbow Crow" and "The Joy of Poetry," both from TS Poetry Press. Writer and editor here, there, and a bit of everywhere.