Cuteasbuttonz: As I walked down the avenue, the late afternoon sun was turning the lovely and dying sycamore leaves into fragments of brilliant stained glass, and I said to myself, “This alone is worth the price of admission to our broken and glorious world."
the late afternoon sun was turning the lovely and dying sycamore leaves
into fragments of brilliant stained glass, and I said to myself,
“This alone is worth the price of admission to our broken and glorious world."