Monday, September 17, 2007

You are in the grip of something, aren't you?...Some quality in her draws you. ..that quality is her burstingness, the burstingness of fruit at its ripest...she is bursting because she is loved, loved as much as one can expect to be in this world...she has grown up drenched in love. She is at home in the world. It is, to her, a good place.

culled from Slow Man

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