But blessedly, not too late.
Here is the poet, gently warning a friend about the perils of ambition:
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds;
High towers fall with a heavier crash;
And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
A middle-aged husband, father, bibliophile and history enthusiast commenting to no one in particular.
But blessedly, not too late.
Here is the poet, gently warning a friend about the perils of ambition:
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds;
High towers fall with a heavier crash;
And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
A couple secrets, actually. The first is Lebanese and Syrian cooking. At our new Melkite parish, the Divine Liturgy has been followed by Len...
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