Quote Wall
Lines readers kept. Every one was typed in by hand by somebody who wanted to remember it.
I, a Daughter,
a Woman,
so dear to them,
and yet, I feel the weight of their love.
Homesick for another worldHow can one soul hold so much kindness,
So much patience,
Without breaking?
Homesick for another worldThe sun now low in the west, and my generation stands lost between past and present. But beyond the sunset, one must journey on and one must be left behind.
Homesick for another world