Books! I collect books. I also hide in my heart the stories told by friends and strangers. I hide away sunrises. I just love seeing each new dawn set fire to the eastern mountains. The coastal wind as it first howls and then whispers through the trees seems like an old friend. I collect the sight, scent, and sound of the Pacific at rest and in heaving fury. Finally, I collect good memories - a child's smile, the laughter of an old woman, the work-worn hands of an old man, the tender touch of a mother, shore birds dancing at the edge of the tide, a shaft of sunlight making a cathedral in the middle of a dim forrest, and the smell of snow. When my world seems dreary I bring out these memory treasures as one might open a deep blue velvet bag of jewels. I shift them through my fingers and am comforted.
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02-23-2008, 11:05 AM
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