we shall not cease from explorationand the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time
-t.s. eliot
My beautiful grandmother had a twin. I think Grandmom, Mary, is the one on the right. My dad must have taken this copy of the photograph from his visit with Grandmom this week. This picture moves me; somehow it cuts through my thick busyness with it's quiet reminder that time moves and people move. No paper or test is more powerful than that movement, and I take comfort in the One who even transcends my watch.
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