Daily Archives: July 16, 2012

“Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks” by Jane Kenyon

I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . xxxxx I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper…. xxx When the young girl who starves sits down to a table she … Continue reading

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