Imagine the clouds dripping. Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956
“Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.”
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