"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Friday, January 09, 2009
There is a few inches of snow outside my window at work. The surface is frozen, and gently pocked like the pores of my skin viewed close up. Grass and sticks poking through like stray hairs.
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