Sunday, November 08, 2009

"The Last Year of the War"

Her future spread out along the straight street as sure as any day that had passed: sad, uncertain, changing, joyful, bungling, full of dirty laundry and mistaken impulses. Irresistible and perilous. It was a risk, all of it. Dark and light together. Loving, we tremble on the brink of disaster. But to pull back-- that was extinction. It came like a warm wave, the wholeness of it. Warm and cold. Lion lamb. Two-sided truth.

--Shirley Nelson

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