At a crossroads on a gravel road, Nov. 7 at dusk.
“’One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.’” -Hermann Hesse, Demian
At a crossroads on a gravel road, Nov. 7 at dusk.
“’One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.’” -Hermann Hesse, Demian