when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Holy Man

The Holy Man by Susan Trott, a gem pulled from the shelves of our local small town, underfunded library because it had not been checked out in a year. Lent to me by a friend who is in the loop at the library.

"All Joe wanted for the world was more kindness, less ignorance".

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