Friday, October 31, 2008

And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly.

Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

- Maya Angelo

1 comment:

Buttercupyaya said...

Maya Angelou always says it best, Jenn...hanging in there is something you do very well...