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Re: it is well with...
In a message dated 7/28/99 11:11:44 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
indigoebony at yahoo_com writes:
<< I don't know what I'm doing, still living in Grove
City. but I don't get too restless when I look at the
hardwood floors of my new aparment and know I can
dance there. when I sit on our front pourch, looking
past all the windowpanes and know I can paint there.
when I shut the door to my own bedroom and know I'll
be able to cry or laugh or search there.
so, I've found home for a little while.
>>
thank you.
often, home reminds me of shut doors and a palpable tension which hangs like
wet clothes...
dad in his study, scouring books for a hint of truth, mom silently cross
stitching in the sewing room, and me lighting candles for both of them
(although not understanding what i was really doing then)...
so now home becomes a word that has hope, promise, and a clean scent....
thanks once again...
tim