myriad-wrinkled

Updated: May 24, 2025

The old woman, spare, myriad-wrinkled beneath her peasant's coiffe, yet looking as if carved out of weather-beaten oak, glanced from the gift to the donor and from the donor to the gift. "But, monsieur monsieur why?" she began quaveringly. "You surely have some one l

William John Locke - The Rough Road