Monday, December 05, 2011


5 December 2011

A barely visible cross-hatch of history
lies below my eyes;
a topographical diary of thirty-five years’
experience, foul and fair, each impression
faintly faded as a fabric’s fold
that will never lay flat
no matter how hot the iron,
no matter how hard the press.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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