“there is within the human heart a tough fibrous root of fallen life whose nature is to possess, always to possess. It covets “things” with a deep and fierce passion.
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The dining area in our house is enveloped by glass windows looking out onto our garden, and in particular onto all our trees. Because it’s been our first winter in chilly Melbourne, it has felt inordinately long and painful. 297 more words
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