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
Photo found in an antique store album.
4 comments:
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big hugs Trisha....
Welcome back. nice photo, great quote.
Your blog is so beautiful. I love it.
Beautiful photo and quote.
I've just come across your blog and have enjoyed reading your past posts...your blog is simply stunning!
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