For the victims of the Manchester bombing, and for all the dead of all the wars and tumults, and for all who weep and are alone -- I know these pretty words don't change anything, but it's all I have to offer -- a musical bouquet, if nothing else -- a pious hope -- a fervent wish.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments are welcome, but please note: this is not a public forum but my personal blog, which nobody is forced to read. You don't like what I write, go find a blog you do like; there are millions of others to choose from. Or write your own.
Polite disagreement is one thing, but rudeness will be deleted without hesitation.