A CANDID CONTRAST
It tired me walking through rough boulders scattered everywhere. I watched my feet moving on a rugged surface. There is nothing else to admire, but the disfigured hills and the barrenness caused by blasting...
It tired me walking through rough boulders scattered everywhere. I watched my feet moving on a rugged surface. There is nothing else to admire, but the disfigured hills and the barrenness caused by blasting...
A week ago I received a compliment, ‘the usual objects; a good deal of people who don’t bother to notice them, you make them look so lovely and wanting us to go there immediately.’...
A week of asthmatic bouts saw me strapped to the bed, weak from sapping of my energy levels low, a condition caused by heavy efforts I have to apply for normal breathing. The sickness...