When you tell a story, the world rushes by you in the same way, leaves you standing silent and alone, your face pressed up against a well-lit window, gazing at something, wanting it fiercely, knowing that you are probably not going to get it, but willing, anyway, to dream, to try .
I’ve decided that telling a story is more than anything else, the art of longing.
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Oh, Heidi, I am stealing this--what a wonderful thought as we close the door on 2007 and open the door to 2008. Happy New Year!
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