He never told us his name, that night. It’s the way of the street. Concrete and asphalt and dark don’t require you come with a name, for the streets christen with names of their own. And anyways, names may be forgotten, but not a face like his, never his story, the one these streets lent him....Read more here...
Who We Really Are
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
After my last post, I wandered over to A Holy Experience, a blog I recently encountered, and I just have to link to the post from this morning that brought tears to my eyes.
3 comments:
Funny, you're the second person to blog about that blog! (Following me:). I have it on my blogroll and enjoy it.
LOL - I didn't know you'd blogged about it! A friend sent me the link because she thought I'd like it!
I agree. I have been reading that blog for a while. She has an amazing gift of words.
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