Sunday, April 19, 2009

There's a still room in my house. The pieces sit carefully and each object holds some amount of grace. No matter what kind of situations occur within it--obvious heartaches, big bad mistakes, delerious suddens in the middle of the night, wind carrying dead leaves through windows, looks from across the room that everyone but you can decipher, deliberate sharing, the refusal to listen, head in hands--the room remains the same, free and clear.

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