Stained glass and flannel,
Story and song.
The old home place,
And where I belong.
Stained glass and flannel,
Story and song.
The old home place,
And where I belong.
Thy friend put in thy bosom; wear his eyes still in thy heart, that he may see what’s there.
George Herbert
She might flinch from people sometimes,
But where most of us would flinch, she doesn’t.
There’s a lot to be learned from her, I think.