Old Letters.
“Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark . . . I hoard all these letters like treasure. One day I hope to fasten them end to end in a half-mile streamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of friendship..”
― Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death
Thanks a lot for your visits and comments, my friends. Have a memorable Sunday...!
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Old Letters.
“Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark . . . I hoard all these letters like treasure. One day I hope to fasten them end to end in a half-mile streamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of friendship..”
― Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death
Thanks a lot for your visits and comments, my friends. Have a memorable Sunday...!
Best seen on black - press L or click on image above.