I was made for another world. My hope finds root in the green earth, a mighty matter of legend tread under the light of day. Stone, and wood, and iron, tree and grass, house and fire, and - dearest to me - bread and wine: my life is shot through with the magic of the ordinary.
Here I am, though here I am not. I am writing for you! Book reviews even. I am here but I am not here. Hope to find a better blogging rhythm soon. Silly work!
2 comments:
haha... i love this post :) sounds very magical to me :)
-gasps in a very ladylike fashion- Oh my! Where could she have gone?
(I hope you'll be able to post again soon!)
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