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
Monday, April 6, 2009
What I really wish ...
was that my posts would no longer be EATEN by blogger!!!
But what I was origionally going to write was that I wish I could upload pictures to all the applications I use, all at one time.
GREAT idea, Arren!! Paul says it's possible. I told him he now has a challenge on his hands. I'll let ya know if it ever starts...I mean finishes it...
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GREAT idea, Arren!! Paul says it's possible. I told him he now has a challenge on his hands. I'll let ya know if it ever starts...I mean finishes it...
*if HE ever starts...I mean finishes it...
lol! thanks Ottley's!
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