I like to see the lines on the face of someone mature and experienced, perhaps more than the unlined porcelaine face of youth. Those lines are the marks of having been somewhere, of gathering the material of personal transformation, the riches without which we have no fuel for the fire of change, the refiner's fire of our own realization.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Crow's feet and Fire
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