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Dusty & Me - Spring 2000 |
"Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes – like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night – little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape will be quite hidden in the end. Ten minutes – ten seconds – of the real her would correct all this. And yet, even if those ten seconds were allowed me, one second later the little flakes would begin to fall again. The rough, sharp, cleansing tang of her otherness is gone." C.S. Lewis" A Grief Observed
Even still, I try to remind myself that "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain!" ~ Kathie