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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Yay, for girls nights! Hopefully next time I won't have allergies, so everyone isn't thinking I'm crying over Anne and Gilbert!haha Can't wait for part two!:)
Just when I think Priesthood session is annoying to get all dressed up for on a saturday night, I realize what the girls are doing instead.
Anne of Green Gables? Good thing you girls don't have paintball wars or LAN parties while we are in Priesthood.
Suggestion for Spring: Husband's favorite-desert-making competition.
The Anne of Blah Blah makes me feel fortunate that I get to go to Priesthood session! But glad you enjoyed it Arren.
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