Deep Furrows
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
"He pulled the cloth off the statue. A woman, her hands roughened by years of worthless toil, knelt, looking up. Under her poorly dressed hair her face was strong and beautiful. A whore, she faked emotion daily, but now genuine pain and loss showed through, though she tried to hide them even from herself. Her shoulders were still rough stone. That was all Anton had time to see before the sculptor threw the cloth back over her. Theophanos would have hated that statue, for his faith was in the specific Mary from the city of Magdala who witnessed the Resurrection, and Addison did not even know her" Jablokov, Carve the Sky, 213
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
"'The stars come down,' she thought, 'down to the hills and the darkness. The darkness lifts up to the hills and the stars. And here on the porch is a me-sized space trying to Become. It's so hard to reconcile darkness and the stars – but what else are we but an attempt at reconciliation?'" Zenna Henderson, Pilgrimage, 165
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