Nostalgia, everywhere seen, is, like grief, a species of idleness. Take of it sparingly, and keep up with today.
I spotted an old “wheatstalk” cent in my coffee change. It had the characteristic dull sheen of pure copper.
Nostalgia, everywhere seen, is, like grief, a species of idleness. Take of it sparingly, and keep up with today.
I spotted an old “wheatstalk” cent in my coffee change. It had the characteristic dull sheen of pure copper.