tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593974398088596280.post803376268539282127..comments2023-05-17T11:14:29.058-04:00Comments on small: faded songRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593974398088596280.post-38607448293676319982013-07-03T02:26:08.155-04:002013-07-03T02:26:08.155-04:00BTW, the image is GORGEOUS!BTW, the image is GORGEOUS!Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593974398088596280.post-76766260923903414992013-07-03T02:25:32.963-04:002013-07-03T02:25:32.963-04:00...time is no healer; the patient is no longer her...<i>...time is no healer; the patient is no longer here</i>. I was just thinking about those few times when I've come across a pressed flower between pages of a book, Ruth. How did T.S. Eliot know exactly what that felt like!<br />Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.com