
The Heart Alone
by Andreas Weber. Lately, greetings are often farewells. Or at least filled with the foreboding that I will soon be forced to say goodbye. I’m not necessarily talking about people I meet – although some […]
by Andreas Weber. Lately, greetings are often farewells. Or at least filled with the foreboding that I will soon be forced to say goodbye. I’m not necessarily talking about people I meet – although some […]