61: Parliaments
There but for the grace of strangers went I. Phoneless, directionless. Helpless. The room was full of warm bodies, waiting, and we joined them. And we were blessed. But now it is late, and verbosity eludes me. Tomorrow, more.
There but for the grace of strangers went I. Phoneless, directionless. Helpless. The room was full of warm bodies, waiting, and we joined them. And we were blessed. But now it is late, and verbosity eludes me. Tomorrow, more.