Notre Dame, Indiana Mark Cashore
I felt comfortablenear pendulums of timewheezing in clocks,counting strokesfrom the steepleacross the lake,and would lie there thinkinghow tidy dayscould pass on wingsthrough quiet roomsof scheduled order.
I felt comfortablenear pendulums of timewheezing in clocks,counting strokesfrom the steepleacross the lake,and would lie there thinkinghow tidy dayscould pass on wingsthrough quiet roomsof scheduled order.