ICYMI, here is a re-link to a post from last week . . . It was then that I understood Sarahs flowers. She was not making the perfect little imitation flowers the rest of us were making, but real flowers, the kind that we are seeing right now in Seattle, the kind that bloom, live, then fall away when the Spring winds blow. And in that flash, I was no longer in the presence of the pathetic attempts of a child, but rather what I saw before me were the godlike works of a creator.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 12:44:34 +0000
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