Footfalls
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. I…
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. I…