The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference.
I saw the spiders marching through the air, swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day in latter August when the hay came creaking to the barn.
Beeldspreuken
The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference.
I saw the spiders marching through the air, swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day in latter August when the hay came creaking to the barn.