[...], and the traffic noise that boomed in through the window was another reminder of what his spirit knew, that he was but a grain of sand in someone else's desert.
Page 150. - Stepping Westward (1965)
[...], and the traffic noise that boomed in through the window was another reminder of what his spirit knew, that he was but a grain of sand in someone else's desert.
Page 150. - Stepping Westward (1965)