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



Thursday, March 25, 2010

My desktop broke...

My desktop broke... I wonder if that's why my pictures won't show up.

I am helping a gal at church organize her home... and I want to help her get her kids artwork displayed and showcased... in a different way than it is now showcased.
I'm wondering which way would be better...
Alison has this amazing showcase wall that would work down the hall at Loralee's. Her's are the framed ones...
Ana has this cool clothespin display thing...
Maybe one could be used in the hall and another in the basement or the kids bedroom....

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