and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could
find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less
useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this before -
struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said to myself, what chance is there that in
all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could find ourselves once again in need of looking towards
something else - something more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew
as if we had never heard anything like this before - struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said
to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could find
ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be
discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this before - struck through like a bolt
of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy
loss, that we could find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something
more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this
before - struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock
and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could
find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less
and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could
find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less
useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this before -
struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said to myself, what chance is there that in
all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could find ourselves once again in need of looking towards
something else - something more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew
as if we had never heard anything like this before - struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said
to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could find
ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be
discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this before - struck through like a bolt
of lightning or a sobbing shock and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy
loss, that we could find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something
more tender or less trembling, less useless, unable to be discarded and instead cherished anew as if we had never heard anything like this
before - struck through like a bolt of lightning or a sobbing shock
and i said to myself, what chance is there that in all of this terrible softness, all of this heavy loss, that we could
find ourselves once again in need of looking towards something else - something more tender or less trembling, less