Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Finally, it's the last day of the year and time to reflect on what's happened over the past 12 months. …
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Finally, it's the last day of the year and time to reflect on what's happened over the past 12 months. …