If I have any wish or dream at all,
it is to know at death what I knew when I was born;
the quest is love; the rest is now.
December 2, 2019
Canvas 1,245 — December 2, 2019
Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Aging, Birth, Death, Diaries, Don Quixote, Journals, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tilting at Windmills
