The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.