Friday, April 22, 2011

"Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story."

"In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed me and care for me. I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm."-J.W.

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