Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.
Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and … - Elizabeth Berg
Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and …
- Elizabeth Berg
I made cranberry sauce, and when it was done put it into a dark blue bowl for the beautiful contrast. I was thinking, doing this, about the old ways … - Elizabeth Berg
I made cranberry sauce, and when it was done put it into a dark blue bowl for the beautiful contrast. I was thinking, doing this, about the old ways …
She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that… - Elizabeth Berg
She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that…
I hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to. - Elizabeth Berg
I hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.
The seasons tell us, everything in organic life tells us, that there is no holding on; still, we try to do just that. Sometimes, though, we learn the… - Elizabeth Berg
The seasons tell us, everything in organic life tells us, that there is no holding on; still, we try to do just that. Sometimes, though, we learn the…
I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember. - Elizabeth Berg
I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.
I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me. - Elizabeth Berg
I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.
Sometimes you know before you know. - Elizabeth Berg
Sometimes you know before you know.
There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen wi… - Elizabeth Berg
There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen wi…
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