Paul Harding Quotes:
Ocupation: Musician
Life: b. 1967
I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if only for an instant—step back into her own bare feet, onto the wet grass or fallen leaves or snowy ground of the living Enon, so that we could share just one last human word.
topic: Children, Night, Feet, Fallen Leaves, Bare Feet, Snowy
