| Jenna ( @ 2008-02-03 20:38:00 |
This is what I know: we are all a volume on the shelf of the Nine Mile Falls Library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love-it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.