“I do not see in our lives any great ebb and flow or rhythm of earth. There is nothing majestic in our living. The earth turns in great movements, but we jerk about on its surface like gnats, our days absorbed and overwhelmed by a mass of little things-that confusion which is our living and which prevents us from really being alive.”
💔 A beautifully told story of a family‘s breaking and enduring during the dust bowl era.