Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen


Robert Lynd (1969). The Peal of Bells. p.26


Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen