Bloody, and yet bowed

¬†There’s a well known poem out there called “invictus” by¬†William Ernest Henley. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance […]

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