Sunday, June 18, 2006


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There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words
when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be
long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that
feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined
Cemetery, 1994

I make the best Tabouli in the entire Universe!!! *pats self on back*

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