"But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive."
(Mary Oliver)
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About Me
- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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i loved visiting your bookshelf last post.
ReplyDeletemore than several of my own found there.
and enticing new ones for me to find and read.
thank you always for the light you spread here.
you.
and
mary.
xo!
Thank YOU, Tammy J—you're always welcome to sit, have tea, and read.
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