lørdag 15. november 2008
A package was waiting for me when I came home from India. A camelia seed and a book from a dear friend. The book is one I had heard mentioned my several friends, but never read myself.
The book, written more than 50 years ago, spoke direktly to my heart. I know this book will not be tucked away in some hidden shelf, it will have its place on my desk where I can open it and read a few lines, or a few pages at any time.
Lagt inn av Britt-Arnhild kl. 15:09