"...the baby who trails her scent like the flag of surrender through your life...that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock by the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks."
Barbara Kinsolver
The Poisonwood Bible
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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