August 2011
Just a thought.
I think every memory you obtain, every bright thought and magical moment that presents itself to you becomes something of a puzzle piece, a twinkling golden ball that becomes a part of you and shapes your thoughts and actions. We go on collecting these pieces, these little golden balls, and they work to make us whole. And maybe they teach us what it is to be home, and who we are.
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“A man’s character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually...”
– Mark Twain 