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Tuesday, November 24, 2009 @ 11:39 PM
"We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love- it is not the book itself, but the binding. it can rip us apart or hold us together. my mother always said that a book is worthy of a strong embrace, but, too you must be gentle with one. Careful whose hands you put it. Layers, by their nature, are fragile things"
Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart.
Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart.
