Almost Silent Sunday
“Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light.”
— Margaret Atwood, “Negotiating with the Dead”
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Lovely capture and quote.
A most marvelously captivatin’ picture sweetie!!!
God bless and have a beautiful week!!! :o)
Sometimes – less is more. Love the quote!