Monday, August 17, 2009

173. Humans are like the grass

173. Grass
"Humans are like the grass that withers and fades, but we are also like well-cut diamonds, reflecting any glint of light, of hope, that comes our way."
From the It's Only a Book project in which I'm deconstructing my 2003 book, Grace: A Memoir, and turning it into art.

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