When I fall into old age, let it be not a drunkenly face-first tumble but rather a graceful autumn leaf drifting from the tree.
Or do we ascend into older age? If so, then let me soar and not be slung.
—Terri Guillemets
When I fall into old age, let it be not a drunkenly face-first tumble but rather a graceful autumn leaf drifting from the tree.
Or do we ascend into older age? If so, then let me soar and not be slung.
—Terri Guillemets