Sunday
Jun172012
Feels like love itself...
Sunday, June 17, 2012 at 8:00AM 
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when
he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long
enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994


























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