On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse …
Daily Archives: September 4, 2013
I Am A Christian! – Pause
If only…
Namasteans Unite! – Pause
Or rather: embrace. From Spiritual Networks:
Wifi Trees? – Pause
Toooo bad… From Lieven Grillaert:
