From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale
People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
--Diane Setterfield
--Diane Setterfield
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Nope, not much there. I was about 5 months along before I was even noticeable with my first. I was seven months before people assumed that I was pregnant. That was a very long time ago.
I like the last pic, Scotty looks like superhero coming to rescue you. We shall call hum ScrubMan!
Love the pictures! You look so B- E- A- UTIFUL. (((: Scott looks ohh soo funny in the end ((((:
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