After a season of fitful migration, I had come home. To rest against the bedrock inside myself. I had wandered. Will wander still___and will take home with me wherever I go.
Migrations of the Heart (1983), last lines
After a season of fitful migration, I had come home. To rest against the bedrock inside myself. I had wandered. Will wander still___and will take home with me wherever I go.
Migrations of the Heart (1983), last lines