For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them.
MOLOKA'I NUI AHINA, Summers on the Lonely Isle
Last updated December 11, 2011
For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them.
MOLOKA'I NUI AHINA, Summers on the Lonely Isle