Holly E. Clark
Chocolate Chai Ice Cream » Top with Cinnamon
Wading Deep Waters
Crooked Still - Still Crooked
Climbing high mountains trying to get home
This is me and my cat every morning.
Then you are calling, call my heart, awake from years of slumber
And then I’m falling like a child head over heel in fields of summer
Can you hold me? Though I’m inclined to leave my home and wander. Oh, can you keep me like a child head over heel in fields of summer?
Nanci Griffith, Fields of Summer
(par celine steen)