Look at a hill. A gorge. A plain. You see… let me guess, a hill, a gorge, or a plain, depending on which one you
I find myself wanting to offer my congratulations to the writer of this piece in Atlantic – although I think they’d be as welcome as
‘And see ye not that braid braid road,That lies across that lily leven?That is the path of wickedness,Tho some call it the road to heaven.’
While there are few certainties in this life, outside of death and taxes… things are certainly more uncertain than they’ve been for a long time.