When it's very early in the morning and you hardly find enough inspiration to say something coherent...
You can always copy-paste (lol)
So, here's a little something I stole:
"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself."
John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
When it's very early in the morning and you hardly find enough inspiration to say something coherent...
You can always copy-paste (lol)
So, here's a little something I stole:
"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself."
John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
