“…But still the song remains and grows in beauty, each person adding their own harmonizing strain of melody; and it waits for those willing to hear it, to find it however they can,” Grampa continued, further waxing poetical, his eyes misting over in a far away look.
“…But still the song remains and grows in beauty, each person adding their own harmonizing strain of melody; and it waits for those willing to hear it, to find it however they can,” Grampa continued, further waxing poetical, his eyes misting over in a far away look.