#gbshaw
So, say I start. I pick every flower for ten miles? How far does that get me? I sell them on the street like Shaw’s girl? Do I get lifted from my plight? Does the gracious Man come to educate and show me the ways of His world? Say He comes. Say I am taken to the home I have stared at; inside the door, over the stoop that I have so often drooled. I am brought in as a bosom friend; a confidant.…
