One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. ~Vincent Van Gogh
Okay. This one sent shivers up and down my spine. I sent an email to my mom about three hours ago with a subject line identical to the title of your post.
Some days, I'm lucky if I can get the smoke to signal anything beyond burning rubber.
Okay. This one sent shivers up and down my spine. I sent an email to my mom about three hours ago with a subject line identical to the title of your post.
ReplyDeleteSome days, I'm lucky if I can get the smoke to signal anything beyond burning rubber.
The smoke must have wafted this direction then because you were the exact reason I posted this. Connections, Baby, connections.
ReplyDeleteSad, but true.
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