Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I think pearls melted over your bones.

"She is infused with all of them, with their beauty, with their power, with their wholeness. None of them broken the way she is. It is like in the stories, she feels, the myths of transformation.

She will not be a flower or an animal or a tree or a fountain like the woman who cried herself into one. She will rise up, wholly herself." -Francesca Lia Block

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