Wednesday, March 9, 2011

crowning glory

...Suddenly my new client burst into tears.
"I'm awfully sorry," she said, "I must, I just can't seem to -you must think I'm deranged."
"Who isn't deranged one way or the other? It's how we dance with the derangement."...

...They were like little pieces of Sweet still moving, a reminder that he really was still there-not so I could touch him, but in the way that red birds fly past on a cold winter day. You can't touch them, but they are there, giving a bit more color to the world...

Rebecca Wells 

...I must hold these questions and ponder them in my beating heart and accept that there may be no answers, only the mystery, the great mystery of it all...

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