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Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard
2 comments:
I like this post. You ring true here.
Really helpful to push you forward is reading books about(by) people who did it ,who threw them selves conditionless in the arms of God.Such beautiful lives He gave them!it makes you jealous and then confident.
Do it Hanna ,he has given you so many unique gifts.
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