There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the...
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from...
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my...
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and...
In every war zone that I've been in there has been a reality and then there has been the public perception of why the war was being fought. In every crisis the issues have been far more complex than the public has been allowed to know.
