"A little while we tarry
up on earth,
Then we are yours
forever and forever."

Dyan, since 1993.
Subtitledlife since 10.20.10.
Still striving, and seeking, to find and not to yield.

Read the Printed Word!
The library smells like old books—-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds… But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten.
— Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light
Posted 1 year ago • Monday, 17. Dec, 2012 • 23 notes
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