When you write you lay out a line of words . . .the line of words is a hammer . . .the line of words feels for cracks in the firmament
. . .the line of words fingers your own heart
. . .you wield it, and it digs a path you follow
(Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)
Dad's birthday in 1987 - me on the right.
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