When gates finally opened there was rejoicing. It was like a birth. The miraculous wore its finest dress and sang in a pure high voice. And there were the dreams stowed away in the wardrobe. Now they were brought out like long lost washing.
When gates finally opened there was rejoicing. It was like a birth. The miraculous wore its finest dress and sang in a pure high voice. And there were the dreams stowed away in the wardrobe. Now they were brought out like long lost washing.