"When I have come to you, at last (as I have always done), I have come topeace and happiness. I come home, now, like a tired traveller, and findsuch a ...
The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was ...
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