"Then you were not done," she argued. "You were merely resting, a respite from the world, and a time to reguard it with much quieter eyes. Too see that which we never make time for, to take stock of what we will change when we get back up, to enjoys the memroes of that we would never change at all.." There was a delicate shrug of her shoulders. "After a while, the time to rest passes, and we stand again."
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Date: 2006-10-19 06:26 pm (UTC)