Writing

“All I ever wanted to do was write some words down on paper. The fact that I could do so never ceased being a matter of incredulity to me. I love the way words look, all of a piece on the parchment beneath my hands, weaving my thoughts into a tapestry, like a spider weaving a web. I love the way I can make them rhyme. I love the smell of the very ink I use. Most of all, I love that when I write, I am not skinny and black and a slave. My writing has no color. It has no skin at all, true to tell. When I write, I am the real me. I am whole, beautiful, alive, filled with a sense of pleasure and worth.”

– Ann Rinaldi, Hang a Thousand Trees with Ribbons

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About e2house

Biblical Counseling major at BJU. Caffeine addict. Saved by grace. Lover of Jesus Christ and all things beautiful.
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