At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.


'Bernice Bobs her Hair' (1920)


At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.