"Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and...
It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence wa...
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