Friday, April 11, 2008

Can there be gift so sweet as to match the friend who speaks of her soul and how the blades of grass on a windy Irish hilltop nurtured?

A new friend who easily speaks of such things : the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace.

Except for the voice of ones children... Can there be a sound as sweet as spring rain just before falling asleep?

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