"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Friday, January 28, 2011

Journal entry

It was there.
Right on the edge of my invisible world.
I should have gotten up and written it down when it was fresh.
I didn’t.
Now it’s gone.
God sits quietly weeping.
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